Running as fast as I can

Every year, I say I am going to be more organized.

Every year, I have good intentions.

Every year, I really, really think I have a handle on things.

Then guess what happens?

I realize that I am behind, my cards aren't written let alone mailed, my gifts still aren't wrapped, I still need to shop, I still need to bake ad a million other things.

How does this happen?

Is it only me that this happens to?

What can I do so it doesn't happen again.

Then I thing to last year at it seems to me that even though Little Guy was only in school three days a week as opposed to five; I still had more time.

I know it seems crazy, but it's true.

Last year I helped out at Little Guy's school,

but only one day a week.

This year I am there three times a week.

I didn't realize how pinched that would make my days.

One of these years I'm going to get it all together.

Maybe.

Then I think......

Does it all really matter?

So what if I don't make my gingerbread houses don't get made?

What would it matter if we don't have a million different cookies?

Yes, the gifts need to be wrapped;

but does it matter if one is left at the store.

I don't want to miss Christmas by spending all my time preparing for it.

I wonder if others feel this way.

It seems like we (the women of the family) run around from Thanksgiving till after New Years driving ourselves insane.   When really it just doesn't matter.   

On that note, I'm going to take 5 minutes to relax.

Live, Laugh, Love

and 

Scrap it all!