Denial really is a wonderful state! I use it often as a life tool. It gets me through.
For instance, I sit here on the computer, writing up a blog entry, even though I have nothing, really, to say. Since when has that stopped me? It is now 10:30 am. I have been up for 2 1/2 hours,another lazy morning, in bed until 8am. Since I got up, I made a scrambled egg breakfast for Andy and I, done a load of wash (Yes, Carolyn, more laundry. I'm still waiting to get your laundry in the mail! ) and made scads of mental lists of the things I should be doing today, some of which include:
grocery shop
clean the bathroom. It is, well, ICK right now and I don't like ICK.
wrap more gifts
make a trip to BJ's to finish stocking stuffers
go to get Derek at college. College boy is ready to come home for semester break. This should get interesting!
find lights to go around porch
take time to untangle said lights
make time to struggle with lights when some of the bulbs don't work
use some of the swear words that usually don't enter my brain when more of the lights go out
string the lights
re string the lights when I realize that they don't reach the outlet. Every year I do this. You'd think I'd remember the stringing scheme. No. I don't. Ever.
See if darling love of my life will string lights. It's his JOB anyway, but he plays a game of Christmas chicken to see if I'll back down. He figures if he waits long enough to put the outside lights up that I will say "don't bother". You'd think after 20 years of being married to me that he'd realize that Christmas chicken, if allowed to go on long enough will result in me, perched precariously on a lawn chair on the porch, trying to figure out the light scheme. I"m stubborn like that. It has gotten me this far in life.
And a vacuuming job around here wouldn't kill anyone either.
I will go on merrily on my Sunday way. No more malls is my mantra, though.