If it were yesterday the title of this post definitely would have been, “Holidays-1, Danne-0”. You know those days when you get in your car for lunch break and seriously consider driving home, crawling into bed, and calling into work “bat s**t crazy”? That was my yesterday.
Last Tuesday we returned to MI after a whirlwind trip home to the east coast (with Fanne in tow, yay!) and immediately had to pack up all of our stuff because our apartment was finally ready to move into (I wouldn’t believe it myself if I weren’t sitting on my new turquoise couch right now). Then we spent my entire birthday moving, and the 6 days that followed were a mix of furiously unpacking and getting eaten alive by holiday retail madness. Woah. I’m 98% sure this is the first time I’ve sat down in over a week. It’s been a doozy…
So needless to say, my holiday survival guide didn’t get very much attention last week and I give myself a big, fat F—not even an E for Effort. Damn moving, it gets me every time…
But this is a new week and a chance to recommit. Although we’re not entirely unpacked, our apartment is mostly functional so I have a little more time to devote to taking care of myself and to getting back on track—and I intend to do just that.
But for the record—and so you guys don’t think I’m a total slacker—I’d like to make it known that I finished all of my Christmas shopping today and made a trip to the post office to mail out what needed to be sent home to my family. That, and I have 20 Christmas cards sitting in front of me that are all sealed, stamped, and addressed, ready to hit the post office box tomorrow morning. At least I hit one holiday survival guide goal. That’s something, right?
You might have got me earlier in the week holidays, but I think we’re even now. It’s on.
My first of 2 legal sweet cheats this month: birthday cake!
p.s. In case you missed it, here’s my second post about my holiday survival guide for the lululemon blog this month.
p.p.s. We got the best, most squatty, little Christmas tree tonight. Pics to come once it’s decorated, I’m in love.
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