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."