TWO MONTHS!

Yeesh.  Sorry, in my defense, October blew by in a fit of getting ready for bathroom remodel, getting ready for vacation, and getting ready for surgery...

We are now in December the bathrooms are 9/10's done, vacation came and went WAY to quickly, and surgery was over, done and we are still enjoying the fun left overs...

I am currently in full blown panic mode.  I have 6000 things to get done, enough time for 5 of them and a whole host of other issues I seriously don't want to deal with.

I need a list of lists, with subcategories and color coded tabs, each with a POC list and a pill to chill out the man I married, an maybe one for me.  I am seriously considering starting to drink today and not stopping until some time after January 19th. (year TBD)

My first issue is my Ladies' Group.  We gained another organization and their financial stuff is making me crazy!  I don't have all the information I need, when I try to get things organized I am losing it.  So, I must now take a good 2 hours of my life, sit down, figure out where each piece of this puzzle ended up and try and get this organized enough to enter into accounting software so I can say with some level of certainty that this is where we stand, this is where this is located and here is all the necessary information we need.  2 hours might be optimistic.

Bathrooms -- all glory days our bathrooms are wonderful.

The rest of the house needs work. 

We're making plans.

Christmas -- sweet baby lord above the annual Christmas panic.  Bob has threatened to go back to Canada for a week - was it wrong I pulled out his suitcase and started to pack for him?  I got SO much done when he was gone...

I just begged off the Lodge dinner I said I could do this week, because frankly - I can't!  Just not enough band width to get it all done this week. 

Husband just called -- his wrist still isn't right from his little boo-boo with LuLu back in August/ July... so finally we see a specialist, who said, yep broken, so now we must schedule CAT scans, MRI's and wait for his royal highness to tell me if/when./where/what and why of any possible surgery dates.  Watch him do this right before his birthday.  A sore, cranky Bubba -- boy what a party! LOL

Whew - all right I'm going to pretend to work, collate my lists of lists with extra Gingerbread spice for that holiday feeling and wonder if anyone will notice if I just carry the bottle of liquor with me where ever I go...

Later