Seems every year around this time, I get extraordinarily stupid. I don’t know if it’s the holidays. . .or the booze I consume to get through said holidays?
Regardless, I always feel scattered and disorganized and lacking for time.
And this causes me to do stupid shit.
Like A LOT more than usual.
My latest and greatest happened bright and early Friday morning. . .I thought Mac had an 18-month well baby visit that morning at 9. So we all get up bright and early and haul ourselves to the Doctor’s office timely. . .Only to learn the appointment was MONDAY at 9.
I felt bad for Mac. . .who typically sleeps until 9. And my Husband. . .who made special arrangements to go to work late. . .
I spent a considerable amount of time berating myself for being STUPID and CARELESS. I mean really. . .All I have to do is keep the kid and the pets alive and the house in somewhat decent order.
I vowed then and there to stop being so reckless and set up a proper calendar. . .One on the computer that wouldn’t disappear every time my iPhone crashed without having been backed up for months. . .(See? Another irresponsible thing I do).
I had let my Type A psycho ways slide a little since leaving the world of the gainfully employed but I know the older Mac gets, the more hectic things will become. Better to get back to it. Schedule EVERYTHING. . .
Then I started entering stuff into my calendar. . .
ARE YOU FREAKING SERIOUS?!
I think it should now be abundantly clear why I require excessive amounts of candy and booze and the occasional trashy TV show. . .
Clearly, I’m doing a whole heckuva lot more than just “keeping stuff alive.”
December looked like a miserable cluster of days – chores and events. . .grueling and joyless. . .
So I started adding in “optional” items. . .Dates of our Church’s live Nativity Scene, a Christmas Parade, the Christmas Bird Count, a train ride with Santa at the Railroad museum, a family day at the Meyerhoff where they perform parts of the Nutcracker ballet with a live symphony. . .
My jaw unclenched. . .and I started to feel my own Christmas wonder returning.
Perhaps I shouldn’t care so much if I screw up a few appointments along the way?
This calendar should be merely a suggestion. . .an ideal. . .
Can I possibly meet every obligation and accomplish every task?
Of course not. Not with an 18 month-old especially. . .
But it’s a concrete reminder. . .
To plan for wonder and excitement amidst all the seemingly mundane tasks. . .And know that the BEST comforts and joys are SELDOM planned. . .
But just to be safe, I scheduled a reminder to myself to get copious amounts of cookies and egg nog!