Christmas is still speeding toward us, and I can't figure out if I am ready for it or not. One way I keep distracting myself is that dang iPod. If I put it on while messing around the house, I crack myself up at the things I do. I love me some Christmas tunes and have been known to break out loudly in song if I think I am alone. The problem is when doing laundry, I might stop in the office to check email or the news headlines. Then after receiving email that requires immediate attention, I might have to send a couple or more new emails or make some phone calls. While doing that, the dryer alarm goes off, I really should go check it, but the doorbell rings, and hello, UPS. Now I have forgotten that the dryer buzzer went off, so the clothes will be totally wrinkled when I finally remember to go check them. Where was I? Oh, right - still need to return that phone call from earlier when I missed the guy whose office is closed on Wednesday mornings on the 1st and 3rd Wednesday every month. Where did those faxes come from? Are they urgent? I usually don't know, just need to pass them along to the proper farmer. Dang it. Just remembered the laundry. Maybe it's soon enough that I can hit high heat fluff for 20 minutes and save the load from wrinkles. (Don't forget - I'm singing along loudly.) As I pass by the kitchen, I glance in and see 8-10 Walmart bags. Huh? Good grief. Did I not unpack those yesterday when I got home? Glad there aren't any groceries, or at least I don't remember any. Better find out. Let's see...why did I buy two gift cards? Phone rings, another survey. Did you not get the memo about how I sometimes jack with those people -- apparently not -- luckily, I am not in the mood. I prefer an audience when I do that.
Do you get the idea? It's just a miscellaneous array of piddly details that eventually get completed in the midst of daily stuff. Listening to the music makes me an adult with distraction disease.
Moral of the story -- not ready for Christmas, decide to post on the blog, still don't know what's for dinner, probably will hit the class.
Do you get the idea? It's just a miscellaneous array of piddly details that eventually get completed in the midst of daily stuff. Listening to the music makes me an adult with distraction disease.
Moral of the story -- not ready for Christmas, decide to post on the blog, still don't know what's for dinner, probably will hit the class.
