some weekends are busy. really busy. really really busy. like this one was.
up early (even though it's the weekend). going non-stop all day long, and on into the night because it is impossible to get it all done during the day. then up the next day for the same thing all over again.
and all of it is for other people. and none of it is for me. and no one is helping, even though other people are involved.
then i say "yes" when someone asks a favor, even though i totally don't have time to do any favors for anyone.
but... somehow.... when i put the word "christmas" in front of it...
christmas baking, christmas favors, christmas work... with christmas carols, christmas lights, christmas cocoa....
it all seems kind of nice.