I am officially in a funk. I thought it was just a Sunday thing. Then yesterday I could not get my mind wrapped around anything much and what I was able to work on left me in an even bigger funk! I still have hope for today, though it is vanishing quickly with every glance at the clock knowing we are still in our pjs. There is just a lot of stuff in various states of completedness with none of the states being complete.
The last 20 Christmas cards need to be put together, the letter inserted, and enveloped (not a word).
The adoption form is looming with 20% of the blanks still blank. And then we must think about the timing. Do we send it in now starting the process locking in the current fees and getting ever closer to child number 2 with the funds with which to pay for this process locked up in a house in Michigan? Or do we wait knowing that the fees are going to go up next year and continue to wait however impatiently for that child number 2? By the way, Abigail wants a little pink sister.
Abigail's toys need sorted and some sent to the room that makes old toys new again. You know that place where they stay till she forgets she had them. And some of her clothes too. Except they have to stay till I forget about them and tire of the outfits rationed myself. Laundry needs put away. The kitchen ALWAYS needs cleaned.
The plans for making Christmas gifts are growing ever dimmer. Cakes, cookies, hats, mittens, scarves, bags . . . all patterns still waiting. And the stuff of Christmas is everywhere. Paper for cards on the dining room table, gifts tucked precariously on the top of the entry closet, the dehydrator waiting to be put back in the basement, parts of the nativity on various adventures throughout the house, dried oranges on the kitchen counter waiting to be hung in the windows. Alas!
I always prided myself on being "OK" with open-ended situations. That is where I went wrong--priding myself right into a funk. . . . I need closure. There it is. I have admitted it to everyone. Indeed I am a closer.
Now that I know this I can turn this funk around. Let me celebrate today by closing out all these open tasks. OK not all but some. Starting with that dehydrator that causes a crummy attitude every time I walk by it! To the basement with you.