We just finished a long two day meet yesterday. The kids did well. I timed for almost five hours straight.
We came home to the neighbors already putting up Christmas lights.
Feck if I don't still have Halloween stuff up inside and tons of Autumnal decor everywhere.
Jeez! Excuse me if I think Christmas lights are obscene before....you know.... ummm... Thanksgiving. Sigh.
Seriously, the neighbors aren't the problem. I, in fact, love those neighbors and applaud their energy. You see, it's me. It's me. I have no energy. Usually, this time of year, Christmas shopping would be done, prepping for the holidays would be in full swing, and I have nothing.
So dispirited. So tired. So in debt and not wanting to pull out credit cards to pay for another gift the kids don't need.
I need inspiration from the spawn:
You know. Be one bad-ass mother-effing Sam-u-el Jackson Motha like this:
Oops! I meant this:
Who needs it when you've got Samuel L. Jackson, eh?
Okay, I am feeling energized. I am one mushroom cloud motha!
Blognotes: Thanks for the flickr pic from by jahdakine - painting