Every year, come November, I say to myself: life has never been so busy.
(There should be an entire blog devoted to the absurdity of being “busy.” I remember phone conversations with my dad back when I was in college, and he’d ask how things were going and I’d sigh dramatically and tell him “Godddddd, I don’t even know where the time goes. I am just SO busy.” And he would actually indulge that BS, even though he knew full well that my perception of “busy” was based on time spent shopping for skank clothes at Forever 21, making out with dudes at the pool, and road tripping to Vegas.)
Guess that C average kind of gave me away.
Anywho. How life changes!!!
Here I am, once again feeling like life is TOO DAMN BUSY. You’d think I’d be used to the old gym-work-school-blog routine after doing it for three years, but I swear it gets more exhausting as time goes on. (I go to school with a bunch of parents of young children, and most of them also work during the day, and I don’t know what’s worse – the number of Lean Cuisines they’ve consumed over the past few years, or the fact that they have to go home and deal with kids after a night of property law).
But beyond the monotony of my schedule, my original complaint is that it’s been impossible to find time for all the other stuff that rears up during this season. Namely, planning for the holidays, prepping for finals (this is the part where I crack open the books for the first time all semester!) travel arrangements, gift-buying, decorating, and managing familial expectations. Oh, family. That one also deserves it’s own blog.
What I find especially frustrating is that I want to love this season, because it should feel special, and it’s fleeting, and all that other falalalalaaa stuff…but the reality is that I’d really rather curl up with a Snickers bar and wait for January.
And that’s no bueno, because there is no worse month than January.
BUT. Tomorrow I’m heading off to the Greenbrier for some weekend debauchery with girlfriends. And I’m hopeful that being there, with all the Christmas decorations and sleigh rides (apparently snow is not a requirement) and ice skating (thank god for freon!) will get me in the holiday spirit.
Although, the more likely scenario is that we will spend the weekend holed up in our cottage, dressed like lunatics, day drinking. And that also sounds pretty good.
What about you? Any big weekend plans? Better yet, does anyone else get totally overwhelmed by the holiday season?