I have been in limbo for a few days now because I had to come down from the Thanksgiving List High. I had my lists made out, I had it all organized and everything went well (except for the fact that I had miscounted how many adults would be at the table and only had 12 plates, instead of 13, but we adjusted.) There’s a lot of work that goes into that one day of feasting! I had the timing chips and goody bags and free t-shirts picked up and all ready for our 5K on Thursday morning, and I spent 45 minutes ironing and starching the tablecloths. I even had to email my one dearest darlingest grandmother (who never forced me to eat anything I didn’t like) to tell her I had bought a can of starch and had used it. Gasp! I’d never starched anything, although I do like a good plate of starch in the form of mashed potatoes.
Alas, in the days after Thanksgiving I have experienced a comedown of sorts. I haven’t made one list. I managed the Tgiving meal fine, but, while making a breakfast-for-dinner last night, managed to spill bacon grease all over our counter, burn the inside of my wrist, burn the eggs and look so pathetic that Mr MIP stepped in to finish making the meal.
The honest truth is that I keep lists because I realize I am the spastic one in the family and I am doing my best to hide that. I am the one that completes her list, but still has to stuff miscellaneous papers into bags and hide them in closets before her company comes over. I now own Shrek the Third because I didn’t return it to the store in time. I have dry cleaning that’s been at the cleaners for over a week. I know there’s a gas bill somewhere in this house that needs to be paid and when I awoke freezing this morning, I thought they had found out that I hadn’t sent the money. (I was relieved to know it was just SuperBoy flipping the switch off on the furnace again.)
The thing is, I’ve had a good past few days, and have considered it a kind of holiday from listmaking and am okay with the fact that I will not earn any Highly Organized Person Awards.
Maybe I could still be considered for the Can Read In The Midst of Chaos Award.
Ed.Note: (To My Family Whom It May Concern: The gas bill is not really overdue. I was just trying to be funny. And I only had to put two little Target bags full of stuff into my closet. So don’t be too embarrassed if you’re related to me. )