Okay, okay, okay. I'm almost there. I now want to put up the Christmas decorations. I want to listen to my Diana Krall, Charlie Brown Peanuts and The Carpenters' Christmas CDs.
Last night, I started my wish list. You know, the list you put together methodically, and in a certain order so that your husband and family members know exactly what you want. You know, the one that isn't looked at when they finally go shopping on the 23rd so you end up with the Romancing the Stone DVD (yes, that was one of my gifts last year, along with Jewel of the Nile!).
I'm even contemplating putting Christmas plates in my china cabinet this year AND wrapping any thing that is hanging on the wall - is that dorky? I've seen it in model homes and thought it was adorable.
My problem is that I have my son's birthday on the 29th. My husband and I agreed when he was born that we would not do anything Christmas related until after his birthday - we don't want him to feel like he's getting gypped out of his special day. Soooooooo, it is what it is. But, as soon as his birthday party is over, I'm going to haul the boxes out of the attic. Clark Griswold, I'm going to give you a run for your money this year!