I'm tired just thinking about it.
The holiday season is upon us. I'm already exhausted.
Every single weekend from now until the end of the year is already booked with parties, activities, and DH's schedule of bringing nieces/nephews/MILs over. I don't even want to go to the trouble of putting up the Christmas tree - I'm only going to spend the entire time its up chasing the kids away from it -- only to have to take it down four short weeks later. I have NO Christmas spirit this year. I have no money to buy any gifts for anyone, not even DH, who is doubly screwed because he has a December birthday. The babies are still too young to appreciate Christmas, its just one big pain in the ass as I shuttle them from my mom's house on Christmas Eve to my BILs house in Long Island on Christmas Day (alone with the girls in my car, I might add since DH has to shuttle his MIL to and fro.)
Its terrible really. What have I become? I used to LOVE Christmas. I'd always prided myself on still having a child-like excitement at Christmastime. I used to bake TONS and tons of cookies. Now I'm lucky if I bake one batch of my famous macaroons for my good friend Danielle's Christmas party (or suffer the consequences).
I'm a scrooge. Humbug.
I need to spend some time this week making a shopping list for the girls that I can give to the relatives at Thanksgiving. I'm pretty anal about that, especially since I have a very small house and not much room for toys. We won't discuss the fact that my MIL has already purchased 3 FOOT TALL Elmo dolls for the girls. I don't know where the fuck I'm putting those. I'd put them in their bedroom, but I'm scared that they'll get scared of them should they wake in the middle of the night. I think I'm going to migrate them to the attic when no one is looking. And lets not forget SANTA. Fucking SANTA. We have to find time to take the girls to get their picture taken with Santa. I just know that S. is going to scream her head off. There's no way we're getting a good picture. I can't afford to take the girls for professional pics this year, so I'll have to find a way to do it here in the house.
Anyway, my point here is - If y'all want to hang with me, I don't have any open dates until after 2006 Hoo-fuckin-ray. Good bless us every one. Here's the Friday Fiver to keep you off the streeets:
1. Favorite brand of jeans: - Lane Bryant - BWaaaa HA HA HA!
2. Magazine you read regularly: - "Creating Keepsakes"
3. If a button came off your clothing, could you sew it back on? - Yes, I do have some domestic ability
4. Have you ever had a curfew? - Yes, when I was 15
5. Most dangerous thing you've done: Can't think of something specific - but its probably something like meeting some stranger and having a one night stand or something to do with my crazy ass driving.
Every single weekend from now until the end of the year is already booked with parties, activities, and DH's schedule of bringing nieces/nephews/MILs over. I don't even want to go to the trouble of putting up the Christmas tree - I'm only going to spend the entire time its up chasing the kids away from it -- only to have to take it down four short weeks later. I have NO Christmas spirit this year. I have no money to buy any gifts for anyone, not even DH, who is doubly screwed because he has a December birthday. The babies are still too young to appreciate Christmas, its just one big pain in the ass as I shuttle them from my mom's house on Christmas Eve to my BILs house in Long Island on Christmas Day (alone with the girls in my car, I might add since DH has to shuttle his MIL to and fro.)
Its terrible really. What have I become? I used to LOVE Christmas. I'd always prided myself on still having a child-like excitement at Christmastime. I used to bake TONS and tons of cookies. Now I'm lucky if I bake one batch of my famous macaroons for my good friend Danielle's Christmas party (or suffer the consequences).
I'm a scrooge. Humbug.
I need to spend some time this week making a shopping list for the girls that I can give to the relatives at Thanksgiving. I'm pretty anal about that, especially since I have a very small house and not much room for toys. We won't discuss the fact that my MIL has already purchased 3 FOOT TALL Elmo dolls for the girls. I don't know where the fuck I'm putting those. I'd put them in their bedroom, but I'm scared that they'll get scared of them should they wake in the middle of the night. I think I'm going to migrate them to the attic when no one is looking. And lets not forget SANTA. Fucking SANTA. We have to find time to take the girls to get their picture taken with Santa. I just know that S. is going to scream her head off. There's no way we're getting a good picture. I can't afford to take the girls for professional pics this year, so I'll have to find a way to do it here in the house.
Anyway, my point here is - If y'all want to hang with me, I don't have any open dates until after 2006 Hoo-fuckin-ray. Good bless us every one. Here's the Friday Fiver to keep you off the streeets:
1. Favorite brand of jeans: - Lane Bryant - BWaaaa HA HA HA!
2. Magazine you read regularly: - "Creating Keepsakes"
3. If a button came off your clothing, could you sew it back on? - Yes, I do have some domestic ability
4. Have you ever had a curfew? - Yes, when I was 15
5. Most dangerous thing you've done: Can't think of something specific - but its probably something like meeting some stranger and having a one night stand or something to do with my crazy ass driving.
posted by scrappintwinmom @ 12:47 PM
8 Comments:
At 12:56 PM,
Spock said…
Hi. Sorry you aren't enjoying the season. Here from Michele's. I hope things get better for you....
At 1:49 PM,
Zephra said…
Um, Are you my long lost sister? I swear you sound just like me. I have to X-mas spirit either. No money, no tree, no money to get a tree, baby would tear it up anyway...Bah Humbug.
Here from michele's but not from the weekend game. I saw you in the blogroll and you sounded interesting. Gonna bookmark you.
At 9:59 PM,
Dak-Ind said…
i finally have holiday spirit. i used to sound like you, but this year is our new babys first christmas, so im psyched. that and we host christmas now, so we get to just stay home, i cook, we watch football adn listen to dean martin on the bose. everyone takes turns loving on the baby, i dont even have to change diapers because there is someone always willing to do it. i LOVE it.
btw, Michele sent me
At 10:02 PM,
Faira said…
I love the holiday season. the pets frolicing in the crisp cold air as we deck our halls with thousands of beautiful lights, reindeer, and santa crashed in the plum tree. It isnt about how much money you spend on gifts, its all about how much love you have for the people you spend the days with.
At 10:08 PM,
Sandy said…
Ahh, yes, tis the season, fa, la, la, la, la. The stress of 'enjoying' the season takes all the fun of it.
Don't fret too much on the small things. My oldest is now 3. My youngest a year. I've not got a picture of either with Santa from last year...or the year before. We likely won't get one this year. ;) I just couldn't see pushign them on a lap that would make them scream until they vomited or somethign vile like that.
Ahh, well. Inhale, exhale...
Here via Michele's by the way.
At 11:24 AM,
Zephra said…
Hey there. Thanks for blogrolling. I did the same for you.
At 10:44 PM,
Unknown said…
Every year around this time I get happier and happier to be Jewish! It's SOOOO much easier.
Here via Michele.
At 2:35 PM,
Mandy said…
Hi! I am here from Michele's blogroll and I like what I see!
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