Merry What?

What indeed.

My head seems detached from the rest of my body. The Angel doesn't follow an instruction that is not given to her half a dozen times. Imelda is.... well, Imelda, blissfully herself. Hubby is driving me to distraction giving me orders every 2 minutes. My in-laws have arrived, meaning that my kitchen has been re-arranged to meet their needs and my furniture is moving that way too....

I need to wrap gifts, finish the christmas cards, make cookies, decide to what to cook for 10 people on Sunday, clean the house, keep the chicklets under control and maintain my sanity.

What task do you think I will skip?