so overwhelmed

I paid the rest of my January rent on the new place yesterday and got my new keys. When I went inside to look around, I realized that it was cleaned by the previous tenant who moved out for August 1st. I need to clean. A lot. I started a little today but could only do so much before it started to get to me.

I did more packing up of the place I'm leaving over this past weekend. I can't believe how much I got accomplished and I can't believe how much I have left. I haven't started my living room or bathroom and I have SO much left in my kitchen. Not to mention 3 different shelving units!

Work is crazy. Tomorrow working 8:30-12, then going to the company luncheon at the country club. We have to bring a yankee swap gift, $15-20. Haven't bought one yet. Then the rest of our company is off until Monday. Me and someone who works for me have to work... our department needs to be open. So I'm working Christmas Eve 8:30-2. I have a TON of work to get done in the next 2 of our half days.

I am giving gifts to my department... 3 of them. I have some little nail kit thing for each of them, then wanted to make the 3 of them each a scarf. I got 3 different colors of popcorn fun fur. JUST finished the 3rd one about 30 minutes ago.

I still have some Christmas gifts left. I need to buy a bottle of scotch for Grandpa and then a gift certificate for my parents, but I can't get that until Christmas Eve once I drive up to mom and dad's house.

Last year when I left work on Christmas Eve, the 30 mile ride to my parents house through Boston (live and work south of the city, mom and dad live just north of the city) took about 2 hours. I wanted to kill someone and that is no exageration. I was CRAZED!! I guess a good thing is that I am expecting it this year.

Work... crazy, training someone and waiting on my review.
Xmas, still have shopping left with 2 days to go.
Moving, packing and need to clean the new place with that going on.
Back is still super sore. Between the Saturday morning Abs class, followed by 3 hours of packing and moving boxes, then Sunday had to dig out my car and shoveled my stairs twice, plus the full super long front walkway... yup, back is KILLING me. Yesterday took a Vicodin at around noon. Last night hit the Pub for dinner around 6:30 and had 2 beers. Didn't think the Vicodin was still in my system. I was wrong. I was passed out in bed at 9pm!

Merry Christmas and I hope my life relaxes a little bit soon. Just need to make it to February, just need to make it to February, just need to make it to February, just need to make it to February......