Right now, I am sitting at my secretary desk, typing this, instead of tackling my insane pile of junk to get done. I am drinking... Diet Coke. And munching on these bad boys {Andes Creme de Menthe Cookies. I found them on sale at Marsh. Don't judge}. I am telling myself that it is okay that we have to be out of our house before Christmas. That somehow, despite it being the busiest time of year, we will find time to pack and move. That despite the fact that my parents (who are experts at moving) cannot help us move, we will have enough help and ability to get it done. I am telling myself that moving will not ruin Christmas for me, since it is my favorite time of year. I will live viacriously through other people's Christmas decorations, beautifully wrapped presents and Christmas movie nights. I am talking to my dog, asking him if he can finish the PILES of laundry I just didn't have time to do last week (btw, I have NO IDEA what Robert found to wear to work today. Sorry, SWC...
