Stressed out for the holidays

There were so many things going through my head yesterday that I wish I had written in here so that I didn't forget any of them. But here's hoping I remember them all.

First, let me start by saying that I am feeling totally stressed out. I think it is holiday related. I mean why is it that when the holidays get here, this month seems to fly by. I mean it is not any shorter than any other month with 31 day months, but it sure feels like it. It may be related to the fact that there are so many things that 'need' to get done, but they seem to take forever. Take, for example, trying to do Christmas cards last night. I don't want to take the time to hand write all the labels, and why should I have to when everyone's address is already on the computer? But our computer is so slow that it sucks. I get so pissed that I can barely contain myself. That's how much fun I am for the holidays. Just ask Sonny. The things that are supposed to be enjoyable for the holidays, are the things that make me the most frustrated.

Take, for example, the fact that the boys are leaving for Texas tonight and will be gone until Friday. You would think that I should be able to get a large amount of things done. Like how Sonny told me that I should wrap all the presents while they are gone. We haven't started wrapping any presents. I don't know what kind of Hudini he thinks I am, but there is no way that I could get them all wrapped in the little bit of time they are gone. I mean, unless I skip work and don't sleep, I don't think that will get done.

Which leads me to my next point. Not only am I stressed at home with holiday stuff, but I am stressed at work as well. This isn't really a new thing. I usually am spending my time checking out my list of things that I need to get done at work, and though things get crossed off on my list, I always seem to add things. So I have two more assessments that need to be finished by Christmas break. And there are more assessments in the wings. Then there are the regular activities that I have to plan. But all those things just make me feel pushed by an unappreciative school district. How can I care about everything when the district doesn't really care about me? Exactly.

Even though I feel pretty white trash saying this, we took Lukin to Overtime on Sunday. But turns out, kids are welcome there. Sonny went inside with Lukin and I waited because I worked there before and even though it was a bar and grill, my friend, Harmony, and her family tried to eat there and got ejected because they had babies. But it has been sold to Neil and he has small children so I guess you can bring kids there now. But I assume that's during the day, I think that at night, it becomes mostly bar. So yeah, our son has had his first experience at Overtime. (Oh and for the record, there was a small baby there and another little child who was probably a little older than Lukin.)

Last thing I thought of for today. Yesterday, I was driving from my one school to the other, and a Chris Isaak song came on and for some reason he reminded me of Roy Orbison. I don't know why. And I don't know if anyone has ever made that comparison. But that's what I thought of by the way Chris was singing. I am sure Amanda will read this and make fun of me for making that comparison, but I don't care.