Don't ya just hate it when you go through an entire day thinking it's a day later than it actually is?  This is exactly what happened to me on Tuesday of this week.  I could've sworn it was the last day of November and, therefore, convinced myself that it was, indeed, time to switch into that holy-shit-mode of the holiday season trying to get everything done that needs to get done.

Every toy commercial that appeared on t.v. sent my nerves into a spiral with the realization that not only have I not bought one single present for anyone, but I also have no friggin' idea what to buy for anyone either.  Furthermore, not one teensy weensy bit of evergreen or tinsel has yet to adorn even a fraction of my humble abode.  (Ok, so scratch the tinsel since I never adorn anything with that itchy crap.)  Where was my freaking fairy godmother when I needed her??!!

And despite being corrected by multiple people all morning that it was actually November 29th and not the 30th, I still continued to believe otherwise.  I even checked the school lunch calendar to see what they were serving that day and sent my daughter off thinking she would be having hot dogs for her noon-time meal.  And it wasn't until I got a phone call at 11:45 AM from her saying that it was actually salad bar day (not a kid favorite by ANY means) that I realized that I'd looked at the damn menu for the 30th instead of the 29th!  Trust me, I kicked my own ass up and down as I raced that stupid peanut butter sandwich over there just in the nick of time.

So, you can imagine how confused I was yesterday when it really WAS the last day of November.  I kept thinking to myself all day, "Wait, didn't we already do this?" But given that today is now the official first of December, that confusion is all behind me.  I really have no choice but to switch over into Tazmanian Devil-on-crack-mode cause the holidays are approaching faster than a freight train fueled by Red Bull.  'Tis the season to be stressed, y'all.....