Right, Sunday it is. I guess.

I don`t know about you, but I am always timely challenged during the holiday season. Which day is it? What am I supposed to be doing? Should I go somewhere or stay at home? If I choose the last option, should I expect some guests? Do I have to buy some snacks and drinks for them? Clean the house? Or I should work on something and completely ignore the hype?

And it happens every year. Somewhere a week before Christmas, I check the dates and try to organize myself for grocery shopping, cooking, and baking, family touring, the inevitable rematches of family and friends, holiday films binge-watching… I have everything sorted out.

Oh, my master plan works fine at the start. Until Christmas. Because that’s when everything becomes some weird hazy mash-up between post-Woodstock feeling and Tim Burton’s story and I am utterly lost. Honestly, I woke up this morning thinking: “Right, so today is Saturday… No, Monday. Wait, it`s Sunday! OK, so I have to work tomorrow. But on Tuesday it`s New Year`s Eve which means that all the shops will be insanely crowded. So, it would be better to buy the drinks today, right?” I get dressed, walk out and then I remember that some friends announced themselves for this evening. This means that I should buy the damn snacks and the drinks for today and the New Year`s Eve. And some proper food. So, I drag home about two tons of food, a whole truck of drinks and still keep thinking that I forgot something. Which I probably did.

And I know that tomorrow morning I will be asking myself the same questions again – which day is it? What should I do? Where should I go? Is it over yet? Wtf