So I finally made a list.
Of things that have to be done by Christmas.
Honestly, I think this only increased my anxiety.
Last night I showed my husband the list. His eyebrows went up. (He always thinks I don't know what he is thinking, but his eyebrows are little novels to me.)
I said, "You have to help me."
Crazy-inside-me said, "You HAVE TO HELP ME! Do you think this is a Christmas pleasure cruise, where you get to just float along enjoying the delights of the season?!" Luckily, she was inside-me.
He just stared for a bit.
Then after I huffed and got up to leave the room, he said, completely baffled, "What do you want me to do?"
Clearly there is a communication gap at my house. I'm sinking and he has no idea.I just sighed, but CIM whispered, "Burn the list."