I know I complain every year about how I am not ready, but you have surely caught on by now that's just me posturing and bemoaning the fact that I can't knit socks for every member of my family before Christmas morning. You know, Martha Stewart disease. But this year? Really and truly, I am not ready. Packages? Not wrapped. Actually, presents are not even bought for about 20% of the people I am seeing in just a few days. Christmas cards just went out today. That is how ridiculously behind I am, people! And it didn't help that we were at a boat party last night in Manhattan for Mr. Pink's work, which has made me fuzzy from leftover boozehead and general tiredness from negotiating taxis and trains so late at night.
But the bright side is, uhh, well, even if I don't get it all done, by 12/25, it kinda doesn't matter, right? Also, I should probably get some perspective about this whole holiday thing, I don't want to become one of those people who are all, "Oh, I loathe Christmas!" Those people bum me out!
We're leaving tomorrow and in just 24 hours, I will be in the suburbs of Pittsburgh enjoying things like shopping for seasoned meat in the Strip District and feeling like my relatives are trying to think of a polite way to ask me why I haven't had kids yet, you know, just in case I am actually infertile and they don't want to make me have a breakdown over the buffet.
(Actually, that's one of my favorite parts of seeing my extended family, who are all pretty awesome -- the awkward conversations about how long we've been married, and the baleful looks at my age-peer relatives' kids. [I always want to say, "Well, you know, you shouldn't get pregnant when you shoot so much heroin, right?" as a joke, but they are such earnest, nice people, I sort of worry they will mistake the joke for a tortured confession, ha ha.])
So the point is. I am packed-ish...well, I put a lot of clothes in a suitcase, but when I pack so quickly, sometimes I end up with just a pile of non-matching items that make me look like a hobo. And I have the presents kind of wrapped. And all I should have to do tomorrow morning is roll out of bed and clean out the trunk of the car. (Still have beach chairs, about 25 lbs of magazines from going down the shore with Stephen & Jen this summer, the final Harry Potter book and a Hello Kitty toaster in the back, ahem. Shut up!)
I probably won't check in except via Twittering, but then again, maybe I will. I guess it depends on my level of insomnia and how fast I get my shopping/wrapping done. Everyone have a lovely whateveryoucelebrate, and I'll see you in 2008.