Why do I always think there's another week in December before Christmas?
It seems to happen just about every year. I'm convinced I've got everything under control. Present shopping is going along okay. I'm well on my way to finalizing my holiday travel plans. I've got my holiday baking planned for a fairly calm weekend. And then I realize I'm out of fairly calm weekends! I've somehow misjudged the dates and I really have one less week (and, more importantly, one less weekend) before Christmas than I thought I had. I've got 27-bluezillion things yet to do and work wants me to actually do work while I'm there and if I don't get to the gym not only will I blow up like one of those cut out sugar cookies made from a recipe that's really better for drop cookies but I'll be even more stressed out and the First Lego League team that I coach actually qualified for regionals (which makes me both proud and horrified cause I figured our competition season would over after Saturday and life would calm down a bit) and AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Anyone else feeling like this?