I’m not stumbling to the Christmas holiday finish line. I’ve twisted my ankle and need an ice pack and a chair and maybe even a yellow Gatorade and someone to come and get me in their big-ass black 4WD and drive me in the crisp air conditioning to the finish line.
Oh, and I need some sushi.
OK, I haven’t twisted my ankle. What about a really bad stitch?
I. Just. Can’t. Do. This. Anymore.
The morning routine.
The evening routine.
The routine in the middle of the morning routine and evening one.
The holiday finish line seems so far away. The everyday little molehills are now the greatest mountains on earth like Mt Cootha in Brisbane.
Listen: The Christmas task dominating Holly Wainwright’s life? Elf on the Shelf. (Post continues after audio.)
Or I have become a flake. I have become a spineless whinger who thinks waiting at the lights to cross the road takes TOO MUch energy (see? I couldn’t even be bothered to keep my caps lock on).
No, the little things are now mountains, and I’m barefoot and forgot to bring water and I have a big blister.
If I could just curl up in a ball in a really comfy bed with some kind of streaming device handy, and wake up on December 24 with Christmas prepped and ready and the holidays about to start…
Or, if I have to stay awake, this is a list of things I wouldn’t do in the lead up to Christmas I if I could get away with it.
Cook dinners, think about dinner, clean up after dinner, anything to do with dinner
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About the gallery - I wonder if people realise the blonde love interest in Elf is Zooey Deschanel?
I did not know that!!!