Today begins my Hell Week.
As in "Back the F*#k off, yo! I'm busy!"
I've got so much crammed on my calendar that I may actually have to schedule time for showers and sex. Isn't that a romantic idea: Hey Honey, I've got a 12 minutes on Tuesday free if you want me to pencil you in to get some.
I'm guessing the sweetness factor on that isn't nearly what it is in my head.
Anyway.
This week is full of a thousand things that need to be attended, finished, turned in, picked up, and organized. My son's preschool has their Thanksgiving Feast today and I must bring a side dish. I bought a 6 pound can of corn. Does that count?
I've got class on Wednesday and Thursday with term papers, presentations, readings, and theory papers all due across the 48 hour span. So, I guess finishing all that stuff up should be on the list.
My daughter has two Thanksgiving Feasts this week. TWO! I have to send cornbread muffins in for one and I think I'm supposed to attend the other. That means I must find, bribe, and schedule babysitters.
There's the basic housework, cooking, and general keeping the lives of my family running like a well-oiled machine.
And, I need to pack.
Oh, Lord, do I need to pack!
In the midst everything else I must prepare and pack the family to leave on Saturday for our Thanksgiving trip to Ohio.
aka: 12 hours in a car with three children, a husband that recently quit smoking, and no legal way to drink.
Good times.
