Undone

It’s official – I have lost the plot.  Not only the plot, but also the beginning, middle and end.  I no longer know which end is up … or down.  My own name escapes me.  I have no idea what day of the week it is.  I do know we are in December – I would have to be dead not to have noticed the inexorable descent to Christmas.  But as for the year? Not a clue. I completely missed last week’s blog post and didn’t even realise until Monday.  Tonight’s yoga class went so fast I suspect I actually slept the whole way through.  I have no memory of any downward dogs. I am now frightened to stop moving or close my eyes for fear I will never get going again.  My bed seems to be inhabited by a Siren because I find myself just heading there without making a conscious decision to do so.  Sleep may become so addictive I’ll need to go to rehab just to get out of bed.

Why am I in this state?  Let me tell you (try and stop me), the amount of organisation it has taken to make sure two children get to all their rehearsals and end of year events, while doing favours and calling in favours, working, attending Christmas functions, Christmas shopping, working, coordinating relatives and ex-husbands, navigating the type of weather that clearly indicates that the end of the world is nigh (begs the questions -why bother Christmas shopping?) working, and …. and … and just breathing in and out has been so ludicrous that it has done me in.  All I have to do is to get through the last round of dress rehearsals and attend the actual shows – 4 days and I can collapse.  I don’t think I can do it.  Invading Russia would be a piece of cake compared to this.  When are they going to perfect cloning or work out how to survive without sleep? Why does the end of the year have to be so exhausting?  By the time you get to your holiday you’re so wrecked all you can do is sleep.  I’m sure by the time I wake up it will be time to go back to work.  It may also have something to do with the fact that it has been a whole year since I had any sort of decent break.  A few days here and there in the school holidays just don’t cut the mustard.

I have now decided to spend Christmas Eve in a voluntarily catatonic state – lying on the floor staring at the ceiling.  All day.  Whatever hasn’t been done by the day before Christmas Eve (Christmas Eve Eve perhaps?) will just have to stay undone.  There is only so much of this I can take.  Something has got to give.

This is where you come in.  I am going to take a short break from the Burnt Chop Syndrome and, very soon, all other forms of responsibility as well.  Do not fear though, I will be back around mid January next year.  And I plan to be back bigger and better than ever and hopefully with a site re-vamp.  My theme for 2012 (I always like to have a theme) is to make the Burnt Chop a Blog To Be Reckoned With.  We are going to get out there and make a noise that will be heard outside Chopworld.  At some point I will ask for your assistance with this but I’ll leave that for next year.

Before I go, I would like to say that I have enjoyed every bit of writing this blog and am so grateful to everyone who reads it.  Those who’ve posted comments or just told me what they think of it have filled me with inspiration and kept me writing even when I thought I had absolutely nothing to say. It is truly amazing how nothing can turn into something right before your eyes. If you haven’t yet left a comment, I would love it if you did so I know you’re out there.  And to make sure you don’t miss anything please subscribe and you’ll automatically be sent an email each time there’s a new post.

Here’s to the end of 2011, it has truly been a great year.  May 2012 be even better.

Bxxxxx

P.S.  Nos1&2 prefer me in this state as I seem to agree to anything.  I’m just glad I haven’t ended up with another pet ….

The management of the Burnt Chop would also like to extend their thanks for reading despite the disgusting overuse of exclamation marks, the irritating digressions, and the wholly self-indulgent nature of the entire blog.  We will be charging a lot more next year if the Chop wishes to retain our services.  Merry Christmas.

 

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