I am not ready for Christmas.
I am not ready for Yule.
I am not ready for New Year's.
I am losing my everloving mind.
WYFP is our community's Saturday evening gathering to talk about our problems, empathize with one another, and share advice, pootie pictures, favorite adult beverages, and anything else that we think might help. Everyone and all sorts of troubles are welcome. May we find peace and healing here. Won't you please share the joy of WYFP by recommending?
We also seem to be missing our scheduled diarist, so here I am frantically putting this together at the very last minute. It ain't much of a WYFP diary, I'm afraid.
My holiday angst has been spiked by realizing that I only have 20 days in which to finish all my projects for the gift-giving routine, that I have clients banging down my door, that I still haven't managed fall cleanup in the garden, I haven't dragged down the carpet from the attic, I haven't even fixed up the front door wreath, let alone hung it on the front door, or brought down the ornament boxes -- and DH's cousin just posted on Facebook that they have their tree up and the lights on! We haven't even bought our tree yet.
Meanwhile, I have sewing I need to do for myself before all my clothes fall off me, I have clients asking me to fix their stuff, and I am almost done with one client's repair except it's stretch lace and is fighting me every stitch of the way.
That's it. Those are my FPs. What are yours? Start bitching while I go get myself a glass of wine and a slice of chocolate cake -- I've earned them today!