MY HOLIDAY CURSE(S)

I definitely should not be sitting down at all, not even to blog, but I need a break. I have a buttload of cinnamon popcorn to make by tomorrow for a school party; I have a blanket to make by 7pm tonight, and the material is just now washing; I was informed last night, VERY LATE last night, that my hubby thought he should probably get a small gift for the teachers--yeah, all us women know EXACTLY what that meant. I was up until 2:15AM helping Molly start AND finish a project that she has known about since Thanksgiving. We had words from about 11PM until 2:15AM about the importance of not procrastinating and how this will be the LAST time I stay up helping with a project last minute. It was worth 300 points, what could I do? I know, I know. Then I was up at 6AM to wake Anna so she could study for Mid-terms, as she has a bit of a head cold and went to bed early last night. Gerald and the kids off to school at 7:30AM and Zac and I head out the door shortly after to find those gifts for the teachers. Back home about 12:30PM, bank account depleted, and fed Zac the sandwich we picked up at Blimpie; he proceeded to spill his root beer and I said a Holiday Curse that went something like, "Well, shooting stars, Zac, how many times have I told you to put the lid on your drink?!" "Sorry, mom, it was an ancident." "Alright, I know, just be careful 'cuz I'm trying to be happy for the holidays." LOL.LOL.LOL. That's all I could do--stress laughing, I call it. I used to do it in my sleep at college during exams, or so my roommates said. They'd yell at me to be quiet and I didn't even have a clue I was laughing in my sleep. Weird, huh.

I was ahead, now I'm behind, such is the Holiday Curse. The Holiday Curse has nothing at all to do with Christmas, it is its own entity and allows me to blurt out "OH, HOLIDAY CURSE," and then insert whatever "word" I deem appropriate in my head and nobody has to be in the know about what I'm thinking or feeling of the holiday season ") Like the other day when I went to Target to buy cinnamon redhots for the cinnamon popcorn--they only had a little 6oz. tube for $2.99 OR you could buy them from the Jelly Belly counter for $6.79/lb. I was like, WHAT? Well, deck my halls, how hard is it to carry big bags of cheap cinnamon candies?! Now I have to go to the scrooge of all scrooges--Walmart. I absolutely hate Walmart. I cringe just typing the letters; however, I've had to break my boycott and go in there TWICE this holiday season. Seriously, makes me want to go through the self-checkout and scan my butt just to see what they would do. Sorry, mom.

I actually was stupid enough to schedule hair appointments AT THE MALL this past Saturday. We spent about four hours there b/c they were so far behind...and I had ALL the kids. No hubby, he was barricaded at school finishing about six projects for his master's degree class. That was on Saturday, it was due on Sunday. See a pattern here? Molly, Gerald. Then I went back on Sunday to have Jake's hair cut--my fault, I messed it up awhile back and it needed fixed. Oh, yeah, we also attended not any less than two athletic events this past weekend. We ate frozen taquitos and frozen chicken strips and frozen pizza. We did, however, fix fresh veggies w/each frozen, preservative-laden, non-food, food. We lost our dog on Friday. Found him on Sunday; I'm rethinking having put up "Lost Dog" signs b/c he's barking right now and I'm tired. VERY tired. We skipped church.

Well, I have to go double check that the kids' basketball uniforms are washed, yeah, games tonight. I've wrapped about eight gifts and have about that multiplied by 1,000 left to do...not really that many. I'm thinking about just sticking a bow on top of each box or tying a ribbon around each Target bag. Do the kids really notice anyway? I think not. Hmmm...not a bad idea; we waste too much paper and cut down too many trees as it is. Washer's done...time to make the blankets!

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