Confessions

1. The garland I bought for our oh so very miniature Christmas tree at Target is, impossibly, too short and only covers about half the tree. I went back over the weekend to get another garland to finish out the tree, but they were completely out of the color I needed. Thus our tree is only garlanded halfway. And I have no plans to change that.

2. I have a bad habit of leaving the bathroom door open when I leave, which wasn't a bad habit until Ness invaded our life. That same Ness who thinks that used tissues and cotton balls smeared with my eye-makeup remover in the bathroom trash can are The Greatest Things On Earth To Put In Her Mouth, sweeter even than manna from heaven, and if I leave the bathroom door so much as cracked That Most Awful Dog will nose her way into the bathroom, stick her head in the trashcan, grab a tissue, and run for the hills. Or, alternately, underneath the dining room table, where she knows it's hard for us to get her. I just saw her bolt out of the dining room with something suspicious in her mouth, look at me guiltily, and run into the next room. Lucky for her, I'm too exhausted to deal with it, which means that, at this moment, Ness is probably digesting a cotton ball with today's mascara on it.

3. I had SUCH good intentions to make dinner tonight. Everything was prepped and I was mildly excited for Parmesan Pasta with Chicken and Rosemary. But then Preston got home late and I had to walk the dogs for him. When I got back up to the apartment, I got distracted on Facebook and Preston passed out on the couch, so I cancelled dinner for tonight and made Macaroni and Cheese. Except not even a valiant homemade kind of macaroni and cheese--the Kraft macaroni and cheese that I make for the kids I baby-sit. Who are SIX YEARS OLD. And while it was kind of delicious, that weird fake cheese powder was so blindingly orange that I'm mildly concerned that I'm going to be peeing orange for the next forty-eight hours.

4. I am not where I wanted to be on my term paper. It needs to be 20-30 pages and it's due Monday. I have most of my 5 page introduction written (which, I think, is the hardest part of a paper) and a detailed eight page outline. I wanted, however, to have two-thirds of the paper done by the end of today. Not happening.

5. I have, however, worked harder than I thought I had the energy to on my Greek paper rewrite that is due tomorrow. It's still not a piece of writing that I'm stupendously proud of, but at least I've finished it in time to go to bed early.

5.5 I've learned to love sleep in a whole new way this fall; it's better than wine. Better than Gossip Girl. Better EVEN than my I Blame Spencer t-shirt.

6. I have approximately 0 Christmas cards addressed.

7. I have approximately 3 Christmas gifts bought.

8. I have approximately negative 15 Christmas presents wrapped.

9. I bagged up our recycling on Sunday morning, and at this moment, on Wednesday night, it's still sitting on our kitchen counter taking up basically the whole counter. Yet somehow, Preston and I have both just ignored the giant bags of old Diet Coke cans that are taking up 98% of our counter and worked around them for the last few days. We are going to have very, very lazy children.

10. I'm not thinking clearly, I'm exhausted, I'm kind of cranky bordering on bitchy, and the fake orange macaroni and cheese is proving to have soporific powers, which means I'm making the executive decision to bed with my work not near completed. This also means I'll have to get up heinously early. Gross.

11. As long as I'm confessing, I think I've flossed twice in the last month. Just thought I'd throw that out there.