There’s something about an approaching holiday that makes me loose my regular routine.
The cupboard is bare. I refuse to go to the grocery store when I know that I’ll be going to a dinner that consists of loads of turkey and stuffing.
I stop going to the gym. Who can wake up a 5 a.m. when a three-day work week awaits?
Dirty laundry is sorted and spread on the floor, waiting to be washed.
Dirty dishes are in the sink – my biggest pet peeve – piling high to the sky.
I’ll get back to normal on Friday. I hope so.