- Make 16 different kinds of cookies for my family and gifts to friends, and not taste any of them.
- Finish my Christmas shopping. I should mention that I just started it online Thursday of this week. I went out Saturday to do some more, but just bought things for myself. A girl needs clothes you know, and with the 60 pound weight loss, my old ones aren’t working. If I had more time I would justify the new shoes too, but actually I just like the way the 4 inch heels set off my legs.
- Clean the house. Can’t let Santa find any dust bunnies under the beds you know.
- Decorate the house. On that note, I finally got the pumpkins and fall leaf motif off the front porch yesterday.
- Put in many hours of OT at work. I did 15 in the past week, including a 1 to midnight shift on Friday that turned into 1 to 1. It’s a long boring story, but suffice it to say my company took on about a million new customers on the Pacific coast without understanding the concept of time zones so well.
- Not think about the fact that I need to make my decision on leaving my husband after Christmas. Why the hell did I set myself that deadline? Cozy family togetherness followed by the sound of a door slamming makes me look pretty heartless. In his favor, he rarely smells of alcohol anymore and is making an effort to be a partner in the marriage. On the down side, I would have to accept the fact that nothing is going to change in the bedroom. The DL, as one of my blog world friends so crudely but honestly put it, is keeping me sane for now. I almost wish I could conjure up some guilt for my actions, but for the life of me I can’t tell that we’re hurting anyone, and it’s making life sweeter for both of us. What I don’t know is if it’s easing my transition out the door or giving me just enough to make staying tolerable.
One of my friends from the good side of the blog force stated that he often made lists and included things that he’d already done, just so he could cross them off. I admitted that I have been known to do the same. Okay, I am a compulsive list maker, but I’m trying to stop, honestly. I’ll just put it down here in an inconspicuous fashion that I just finished what I think is a very good story and plan to try for publication after Christmas.
Right now I’m off to start on the cookies. My compulsive list thing, well, I could stop myself anytime, but not right now.
Elf Drops
Pecan Bars
Bourbon Balls
Peanut logs
Fudge Peppermint sandwich
Highland oatmeal
Molasses crinkles
Date pinwheels
Orange slice bars
Toffee bars
Coconut Strawberries
Lemon Meringue bars
Cranberry shortbread
Apricot thumbprints
Chocolate Mice
Sugar cookies
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oh but lists are SO much fun! i too share your compulsion for list making - this move to my new apartment is like list making HEAVEN! coincidently, it is also a cure to the whole dust bunny issue - don't clean, move ;) hehe!
ReplyDeletealthough i am also a cleaning maching these days - i hate to take anything dirty to the new place (including laundry!)
yay for pretty heels! =)
i'm sure you look fantabulous with your fancy new threads!
PS - DL?
DL=Down Low. It's an American colloquialism.
ReplyDeleteI've read that many people (why is it always the women?)file for divorce after the New Year b/c they put it off for the holidays. The filings rate goes right up in January.
Well, I won't be filing for divorce at any rate. If I did that I might end up doing something stupid like getting married again. I origionally set that deadline because I wanted to be able to talk to all my children face to face before making a decision, and my eldest lives in Seattle. I also wanted to give it enough time to see if the "I'll change" is just another empty promise. Good news is it's my deadline and I can change it if I want.
ReplyDeleteThat is good news. I was on the other side of that deadline--except I wasn't informed that there was any sort of ultimatum!
ReplyDeleteMatt,I’m sorry you had such a bad time of it with your marriage. I’m certainly not qualified to give any advice on the subject, but you’re too young to give up on a long term relationship because of her actions. Even with all the issues I’ve had with my husband, the only thing I regret is that I didn’t demand that he stop drinking a long time ago before he hurt himself and my children so badly. Instead I just let those puppy dog eyes get me every time. I may be doing that now. I just don't have the ability to sustain the anger, and I think I still love him. It may just be habit at this point, or duty, or the promise I made. I'll let everyone know if I figure it out.
ReplyDeleteI'll stay tuned.... :)
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