I have purchased what feels like 1,000 Christmas gifts. My bank account has hemorrhaged and is circling the drain, but my kids will have a great Christmas. Will has Rocky the Robot truck waiting from Santa, Jack could care less but will love his Nintendog and Tabbi got the Barbie Nail Printer thingy that she was "OMG! DYING!!! FOR!!!" Merry Christmas to all, and my God can I go to bed now?!?!?! I even bought the stocking stuffers and Xmas jammies and visions of sugar plums are even starting to dance around my head (is that the Christmas spirit or my Christmas martinis talking???). I walk into my house today after getting the boys their Christmas haircuts and life is good. Nap time equals finish my book time because I am a woman that is completely in control and caught up.
Then I walk to my room.
Then I wonder why Chuck My Talking Truck is in the middle of the floor.
Then I wonder why Jack's Carpenter table is in the closet doorway.
Then I walk into the closet and wonder why in the hell the freaking closet shelf had to freaking fall down and scatter every freaking Christmas present between here and freaking kingdom come, meaning that I can't freaking read my book because I have to freaking find a new home for every freaking present I've purchased. Uh huh... bah humbug doesn't even begin to describe it.
Merry FREAKING Christmas, everybody... and Happy FREAKING New Year!
3 comments:
Merry Freakin' Christmas to you too!
Yikes! You get EXTRA liquor in your egg nog for having to deal with that!
Jess - Thankfully it was all uphill from there!
Tex - If only.... eggs make me poo. Nothing says Merry Freakin' Christmas more than a day on the potty.
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