My life is just moving so quickly right now. It's the "holiday season," and for most of us, that means lots of stuff to do, and very little time to do it in. I'm definitely going to be moving at the end of January, whether I buy my own house or rent another apartment, so I've been systematically cleaning out the closets in my house for the last several weeks. I'm starting to get frustrated because my mom says she's with me for the cleaning and the downsizing and all, but I just can't seem to get her to do it.
It's funny how we all react to stress in different ways. My mom shuts down, and I tend to overreact. Probably three months after we actually move, she'll be able to sort through her shit and be like, "oh, I could have thrown this away!" (or donated it, or sold it, etc.).
Everyone has parties at Christmas. There's wrapping parties (just an excuse to drink lots of wine and eat more cheese than is good for anyone. ...cheese...yum...), decorating parties (come over and decorate my house for me! I mean, with me!), gift exchange party (find something in your house that you hate and then pawn it off on someone else and then get something else that you hate from their house!), and then there are just the "you're really going to get loaded and eat way too much while we all sit around and watch "Christmas Story" for the eighty-millionth time" parties, and those are my favorite. Plus, you have to work in all the other stuff that you normally do like grocery shopping, school, studying for finals, hanging out with people you actually like as opposed to people you're obligated to see once a year. It all adds up.
I'll be happy when it's all over with, and I mean that. I don't revel in Christmastime. It's more of a burden than a gift to me, and I'm pretty sure the Christ Child wouldn't have looked kindly upon people grabbing a hundred waffle irons simply because they were $2.00, or pepperspraying each other in his name.