Exhibit A - this week
Monday - Actually, nothing
Tuesday - Karin karate class
Wednesday - Choir Christmas concert and dinner afterwards
Thursday - Karin karate class, and kid's hemspråk end-of-term party (they watched a movie & had fika at our house)
Friday - Work Christmas party
Saturday - Get Christmas tree, decorate it, bake cookies
Exhibit B - next week
Sunday - Sing in 3 concerts at elderly care homes in Malmö
Monday - Kids' School Christmas concert
Tuesday - AWC Julbord
Wednesday - Anders' work Christmas party (both of us are going)
Thursday - Book group
Friday - collapse muddy & exhausted and smilingly contemplate 2.5 weeks of vacation
Saturday - final Christmas shopping & brother-in-law's birthday dinner
Exhibit C - the week after that
Sunday - Julbord with Anders' family
Monday - FINAL FINAL Christmas shopping if necessary
Tuesday - Mother-in-law's birthday lunch
Wednesday - Christmas eve at sister-in-law's
Thursday - Christmas day festivities
Friday - collapse seriously muddy but most likely not exhausted! woot!
Saturday - Actually, nothing!
I can do this! It's not that bad, except for next week.
Tomorrow is our work Christmas party and while I'm sort of looking forward to it, I'm also sort of dreading it. Part of that is caused by the new party outfit I bought on the fly the other day. I'm afraid I'll look like a clown in it. It's HAREM pants with a little vest. Granted, they are black with silver embroidery around all the edges, and I have a nice swingy black top to wear under, but still...HAREM PANTS. I have 2 footwear choices, but I'm leaning towards half-cut black suede boots. Yes, I know, the 80s are calling. Maybe I'll do my hair like Leah Thompson in Back to the Future and complete the feeling of idiocy that is looming over me.
I hate getting dressed up. Honestly, I hate it. I hate pantyhose and pinchy shoes and feeling like I have to keep my gut sucked in and putting more makeup on and worrying that Barky will choose to act up just because I have to walk through the Swedish winter weather for longer than expected on my way from the car to the door. To add to all this trauma, I have an eye infection that is on its way back FROM HELL (where all eye infections live when they're not working) and it's causing much redness and goopiness and itching and I couldn't get a doctor's appointment until Monday and I have no antibiotic drops left from the last time in March and all I have to fight it off is Visine-A, which, frankly, isn't helping much. WOE.*
Bundles of Brightly Wrapped Belated Birthday Wishes to fiveandfour!
Cracking Me Up: Parenting the Enemy
*Rée, I know, I know, it's all relative. I'll shut up with the not shutting up now.