This has been the longest week ever.
It’s the last week before Christmas and I swear it doesn’t want to end. Not only are kids everywhere counting the days until Santa comes down their chimney, but I’m waiting for my vacation to begin and for my daughter’s plane to land, sometime late tonight. I can’t wait, which is why I’m tired of waiting.
All this waiting has made the week so tedious. S-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g it out as long as possible, sucking the excitement and anticipation of the holidays out of me in one fell swoop. In fact, the only anticipation I’m feeling is wondering whether this week will EVER END??
And so I wait. All the while, my mind’s playing tricks on me.
I woke up Monday, gleefully thinking it already was Wednesday. By Tuesday I was sure it was Thursday and seriously shocked when I learned it wasn’t. Which made me wonder:
Why does a watched pot never boil, anyway?
I’m waiting. Waiting. Holding-my-breath waiting, while visions of sugar plums explode in my head from all this WAITING!
It’s not fair! 99 percent of the time I 100-percent believe that time flies faster than the speed of light. Take any other week of the year and watch how fast it goes. But this week, the week before Christmas is milking the last millisecond out of me. Sheesh.
The longest week brought torrential rains to Southern California on Tuesday night and all the way into the wee hours of Wednesday. When I awoke, I was convinced it was Thursday only to discover it was merely Wednesday.
Hump Day, what are you doing to me??
On Thursday, I found myself believing it was actually Wednesday again and that maybe I was in that movie, “Groundhog Day,” where Bill Murray is forced to relive the same day over and over. I almost missed an important meeting because of it! And when I realized the error of my ways, I had to pinch myself five times–ouch!–to convince myself it actually was Thursday, which, if you ask me, seemed too good to be true.
In the meantime, while waiting, I’ve been working all week and spending evenings getting ready for the holidays. And by that I mean, I’ve been attending holiday celebrations and drinking festive drinks like Margarita’s and Mojito’s. Festive for Southern California, that is.
I’ve also been whiling away the hours, addressing greeting cards to friends who no longer send cards of their own, a tradition that has been all but abandoned, and frankly, I can’t blame them. In fact, the only reason I still send cards is because I have so many boxes of cards from past day-after-Christmas sales, that I have to use them in order to justify having accumulated so many. What can I say, I find it hard to resist a pretty greeting card.
Wait–here’s a thought: I wonder if I can give these countless boxes of Christmas and Chanukah cards away as gifts, so that some other poor sap is forced to send cards next year, instead of me?
Anyway, I’m still waiting. Today is Friday and I had a nightmare that my alarm went off, and I jumped out of bed, thinking it was Monday the 15th and the longest week had rebooted itself. Thankfully, I turned on the news and realized it was all a dream and that Friday was indeed upon us.
Friday! My last day of work for the year! Hooray for TGIFriday!!
Of course my daughter’s flight arrives very late tonight. So late that it might as well be arriving on Saturday. Sigh. I’m already counting the hours.
And still I wait…
So, how has your week been thus far?