Hamster
Hamsters are the ones that run round and round on little wheels, never getting anyplace, right?  Or is the the guinea pig?  I can never keep them straight.  Well, whichever creature it is, that's me right now, except instead of getting exercise on a wheel, I am moving from chair to couch and back again, trying to figure out which of the many holiday related tasks I need to tackle first.  And so I am tackling none of them.
But today I DID clean the downstairs of the house.  Vacuuming and mopping and the whole nine yards.  And then when I walked into the house after taking the kids out to dinner (one shouldn't have to clean AND cook in the same day in my opinion), I couldn't figure out why it smelled so funny.  I checked the furnace, the stove, and then realized it was the smell of Murphy's Oil Soap.  How sad is that that I didn't recognize the smell of clean...
Anywho, back to my hamster habits.  Do I keep knitting, knowing that I probably won't finish the scarf by Sunday?  Or do I instead turn to the holiday cards?  Or do I wrap the presents that have to get shipped and dig around to find a big enough box to fit them all?  Right now I have chosen to sit on the couch and watch a Charlie Brown Christmas on TV.  Because that's productive.  But I really should be combining it with something.  Like the holiday cards.  But I don't have stamps.  Or M's address list.  So how far could I really get?
Did I mention the cookies I need to bake for the cookie exchange?  And the ones for gifts for the teachers and such?  Oh, and I need to plan a menu for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.  And figure out stocking stuffers.  Because Christmas is all about the stockings in my opinion.  Somehow I judge the success of the holiday on how much people like their stocking stuffers.  I know.  I know.  But I LOVE stocking stuffers.  I am sure I spend more on the stocking stuffers than the actual under the tree presents.
Maybe I should keep knitting.  I can knit and watch Charlie Brown.  But I need to throw the bread for playgroup tomorrow into the breadmaker....Wheel.  Spin.  Wheee....


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