Friday Confessions.

It’s been a long time since I was so busy I’ve had to parcel my days into half-hour increments to get everything done, but this week was like that.

I got all my students’ boxes of goodies all wrapped up in the nick of time, and then promptly forgot to bring them to tutoring. I have a brain made of fog in the morning, I tell you.

I feel the need to bake…and bake…and bake. Seriously. I have ample goodies. But for some reason I think that more butter tarts will somehow make me feel less stressed. Why? I won’t eat them. We are not entertaining. I am not sending them to children in the Third World. So why do I need them?

My hair looks like it did in 1989: No discernible style, pulled back from my face by a clip on top of my head. I am in danger of becoming one of those women who look like they think they’re about twenty years younger than they are. But I don’t care enough to go get a haircut.

I am supposed to teach The Red Badge of Courage at work. But the class will last an hour and the book will take longer than that to read. I am seriously contemplating finding an online summary and winging it.

Oh, and I am a communist grinch when it comes to buying Christmas presents. Seriously. China might rethink its environmental policies if we all just stopped buying random plastic crap out of some pointless sense of obligation!

...And breathe. Anyone else feeling a little overwrought?

7 Comments to “Friday Confessions.”

  1. By Arwen, December 21, 2007 @ 4:21 pm

    If ever you’re looking for someone to consume your butter tarts, you need look no farther than me.

    I have a weakness.

    I feel I have to confess having yet another cold. Because, seriously, 2007 has been non-stop viral Arwen Action, care of a bus-pole-licking preschooler morphed into a germ sharing kindergartener.

  2. By Liz, December 21, 2007 @ 11:34 pm

    That’s the problem of butter tarts. I also have that weakness.

    Your eldest going into kindergarten was guaranteed to about quadruple the germs coming into your home. And having him a pole-licker as well? I don’t even want to think about the germs. I will deliver you a case of vodka to wipe things/drink.

  3. By cheesefairy, December 22, 2007 @ 7:39 am

    I am going. To a mall. Today. Because I could not get what I needed on my lunch breaks this week. Because I had no lunch breaks.

    I have had all the Christmas presents for people far away procured and on my dining room table for weeks. But nothing is wrapped. Or mailed.

    On the other hand. Trombone is getting very little plastic crap. Except the Rescue Station because it has a helicopter and a firetruck and a dalmation as well as a pole for sliding down. (Not for him. I did not buy my son a pole for xmas. It’s for the little plastic fireman.) And maybe that’s for him and maybe it’s for me. We’ll have to see how things shake out.

    But MP…if baking makes you feel better? Bake. Freeze it. Give it to strangers on the street. There are far worse things you could be doing.

  4. By stephanie, December 22, 2007 @ 9:51 am

    I went to the mall last night and it took me almost 20 minutes just to get OUT of the parking garage. When did Christmas get so stressful? Didn’t it used to be fun? I guess my confession is that I don’t really feel the holiday spirit and am instead stressed about about my bank account.

    You can send some of your baked goods to me. I’ll gladly take them off your hands.

  5. By elswhere, December 22, 2007 @ 10:31 am

    Weeks ago, I bought some of the same cool little wire earrings I have so that I could give them to the co-op student at my workplace because she’s been such a terrific help. But then at the last minute we realized that the assistant teacher at MG’s school needed a present, especially because she’s been such a terrific help. So, no present for the co-op student, and yesterday was her last day.

    Ah, the holidays. Time of joy and rue.

  6. By Liz, December 22, 2007 @ 1:09 pm

    Cheesefairy, my thoughts and prayers are with you at this difficult time, the Saturday before Christmas. At the mall. (shudders)

    Stephanie, Christmas is fun for little kids, who don’t spend anything. I’m with you with the bank account stress. Congratulations, we’re adults.

    Els, there always seem to be situations like that. My mom had a box of ‘emergency gifts’ for those.

    About the baking, you all may just get mysterious packages at some point.

  7. By Beth, December 24, 2007 @ 10:12 am

    I too have been non-stop go go go. I think it has something to do with teaching + Christmas. But the concert was great and the kids loved making gingerbread houses with empty 250 ml milk cartons, graham crackers, royal icing and tons of candies on the last afternoon. Will I ever get the surfaces unstickied?
    But yesterday I cooked for 3 hours getting some of the Christmas dinner premade and then I lay on the couch and watched old Christmas movies in the glow of the tree lights and I feel Christmas creeping into the corners. Only 1 more sleep and I get to watch them open presents! And I get to open my own! I’m not sure which is better.
    Happy Happy to you Liz. And I’m making those little butter tarts too right after Christmas even though I too have more cookies than anyone needs.

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