I do this thing every once in a while/every weekend where someone asks me to do something that sounds awesome, and I'm all, "Yes, I can do that!" Like going wreath shopping at Bartram's Gardens. And then someone asks me to do something else, like watch a Star Wars Marathon in Allentown, and I say, "Um, YES, I can do that, too!" And then it happens a third time - you get invited to your wife's uncle's holiday party in Jim Thorpe, for example. Normally it stops at three because I'm not really all that in demand, but sometimes one of those events also calls for an additional activity. Like bringing some Star Wars-themed food with you, for example. And I'm fucking Queer Martha so I'm like, "I'll make an Ananas Bourdaloue cause that looks like something you would find in Coruscant and also looks like an insane amount of work."
Then, suddenly, it's Friday and you are wondering why you feel so stressed out when you have a weekend of exciting things to look forward to.