The week before a major holiday can only be described as chaotic, and that's if you're being kind. If you're not being kind, it could be described as the kind of situation that transforms procrastinators into list makers, laid back folks into testy 'these towels aren't going to fold themselves' yellers.
My dear, sweet, laid back husband is an example of this. Any other time of the year, he lounges on the couch, smiles sweetly and says, "Ehhh, we've got all the time in the world" while I run through the house with a dust mop, hair like Weird Al and a slight twitch in my left eye. But not this week. He raked the yard like the Energizer Bunny on speed, pre-cooked onions for the stuffing, and even helped me polish the silver.
I, on the other hand, awoke this morning so addled that I accidentally washed my face with cherry almond hand soap (my skin is now dry enough to crack if I smile too wide). I also yelped when I remembered my houseplants outside who thankfully didn't freeze to death last night. And as I dragged them inside, treating my neighbors to a glimpse of me in my grandma slippers and sweat pants... I realized that some things will fall through the cracks.
Some things will be forgotten. Like scrubbing the shower curtain, or putting the stack of Halloween decorations in the guest room back in the attic. It probably won't be the kind of holiday I'd feel comfortable inviting Martha Stewart too.
But there is a flip side to all this pre-holiday bumper car buggies in the supermarket, and that's the expectation of a change in pace. A change in schedule. A change in our outlooks.
I usually begin most Monday mornings with a deep sigh, a wistful gaze at the coffee pot and the thought, "I hope I make it this week" running through my head like the French distress signal that plays over and over again on Lost.
But today I'm smiling. It's a short week, decaffeinated coffee isn't so bad, and soon it will be time for a vacation. Time for a change. Time for family, food, and Macy's Thanksgiving parade on tv. It makes all the leaf raking and towel folding worth it, especially since this is the very first holiday we've ever had at our house as a married couple.
So happy pre-holiday week. Let's all take a deep breath and stop giving ourselves paper cuts as we frantically search for an easy pie recipe in our cookbooks. Who needs Martha and perfectly clean homes? It's the beginning of one of the most cheerful seasons of the year, and frankly, I welcome the change.