is it that even though I start my Christmas knitting in May I’m still way behind with 50 days to go?
is it that I keep doing Christmas knitting for a group of people, many of whom I don’t particularly care for?
is it that I am dead tired at 6:30 pm but get my second wind at 10:30 pm and stay up way too late and thus perpetuate the cycle of exhaustion?
is it that deer WILL NOT stay off the highway?
is it that everything (and I mean EVERYTHING) in the world irritates me right now? Oh, wait, that may be due to that whole exhaustion thing. Maybe. Or maybe I’m just super crusty right now. Both are perfectly logical answers.
is it that I keep re-living something over and over and over that I can’t change? It’s my own personal Groundhog Day. Or version of insanity.
is it that I can’t remember anything anymore?
is it that I keep having these ugly red freckly spots come up all over me and they refuse to go away?
is it that I hate all my shoes?
is it that I have so much freaking yarn but not enough of any of any one kind to actually knit a garment?
is it that after 2 years of living in the Money Pit we STILL haven’t unpacked or hung up pictures?
is it that we ALWAYS have to spend Christmas Day with the outlaws?
is it that every year I dread Christmas more and more and wish that I could skip it entirely?
is it that I look like a wizened old crone on 4 hours of sleep yet the Hubs looks fresh as a daisy on the same number of hours?
is it that Canada Post has mysteriously lost my Sock Club shipment and the yarn store is not all that interested in tracking it down yet they want payment for the next installment?
is it that both of my sock clubs this year have sucked rocks?
Honestly. It’s been that kind of week. I want a do-over. Or maybe go to bed tonight and wake up on December 26th. Both options work for me.