I'm guessing the boyfriend sent me this Dave Barry article this morning for a couple of reason. Mostly because it's funny, but also probably because I am ever so guilty of the Female Holiday Freak-Out.
I've been stressing out all week about making cookies, wrapping presents, etc. On Wednesday, I ditched a birthday gathering that I really wanted to go to because I NEEDED to make 5 dozen thumbprint cookies. I've been up until at least midnight every night this week trying to get holiday-related stuff done. I'm so exhausted, I may fall asleep at me desk AT ANY MOMENT.
This whole time, the boyfriend has been trying to tell me that it won't be the end of the world if I've forgotten a gift for someone, and the (ever shrinking) sane part of my brain knows it won't. But in the non-sane part of my brain? THE WORLD WILL END if I don't make enough toffee for everyone on my list. And nothing he could say would make me think otherwise.
So I'm glad the boyfriend sent me that article, because it made me laugh at myself a little, and I'm feeling a little bit more sane because of it.
And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to go exchange all of his gifts for a yodeling pickle.