bad (very bad) dreams; good (hopefully) day

[deird1]

Isn't it WONDERFUL when you dream about what you're going to do the next day, and it's utterly dreadful - and then you wake up and it hasn't happened, and you feel fantastic because no matter what happens that day it can't go as badly as it did in your dream?


For the record, today will go something like this:

Early morning - have leisurely breakfast, shower, dress, solve world peace, stuff like that.

Then - realise how late it is, shriek and rush around like a mad thing. Try to absolutely make sure the house is tidy, because there won't be time to check again.

Morning - go to boyfriend's sister's house, where there will be much presenty Christmassy festivey excitement. Try to join in and be lovely to everyone.

Lunchtime - have lunch. Hopefully relax for a few seconds.

Afternoon - entire family coming to my house, where there will again be lots of Christmassy excitement, of a port-drinking, mince-pie-eating, party-popper-popping, lucky-dip-dipping, overwhelmed-children-crying-loudly variety.

Late afternoon - wave goodbye to family, and then frantically clean up house so that housemate can have lots of people over again tomorrow.

Evening - collapse.


Wish me luck!

Comments

[velvetwhip]

Best of luck with your day!


Gabrielle

[slaymesoftly]

Good luck! I hope it's going well.

[jl-in-the-lane.livejournal.com]

Afternoon - entire family coming to my house, where there will again be lots of Christmassy excitement, of a port-drinking, mince-pie-eating, party-popper-popping, lucky-dip-dipping, overwhelmed-children-crying-loudly variety.

Well, I can't drink port, didn't feel up to mince pies, missed the party poppers, gave my lucky dip to my son so he'd have one just like his brother's, and I don't believe anyone got overwhelmed or cried loudly**.

But I had fun. :)


**At least, not until we got home and said child took a first-class header off the piano stool.