Everyone’s all festive and smiley and singing carols and every other car has a Christmas tree tied to the roof.
Everyone’s all freakin’ happy and talking about finishing their shopping and about what they’re getting and giving and what foods they plan to eat.
And this is exactly when I shut down. I can’t take it any longer.
Yup. It’s that time of year when I lose it.
You see, hubby and I weren’t so good on our fertility planning, it seems, and we have a REALLY CRAPPY month every December.
Why? You ask?
Well, it goes like this.
Dec. 11 is Big Man’s birthday. Seven days later it’s Middle Man’s birthday. Seven days later is Christmas. Seven days later is New Year’s.
Add in a salary cut and a few furloughs and Voila! December sucks.
And for some reason, dear hubby never listens to me (I love you, babe! But you don’t) and we NEVER start shopping early for any of this craziness. NEVER.
And here it is, December something or other, and we haven’t purchased crap. I finally got a few things online this past weekend, which helps, but it doesn’t make a dent in what we need to accomplish over a short couple of weeks.
So what? So what? You think it’s easy to just go out and buy stuff and get it over with? You don’t feel bad for me?
Come on. Feel my pain.
I sometimes (almost always) feel like a single mom (shout out to you single moms. YOU ROCK). I’m HOME ALONE with the kids (THREE BOYS!!!) all night every weekday while hubby works. Makes it a little tough to do anything. And shopping with them is out of the question. They’re obviously going to notice me loading up the cart with Bakugan and Pokemon and Wii games.
And we have no family in town. No built-in, free babysitters.
Yo, it sucks paying a sitter every stinkin’ time you need to run an errand without kids. Sucks.
So yeah. Again. Woe is me.
I reserve the right to lose it. It’s December. Bah humbug.
(P.S. I actually LOVE birthdays and Christmas. LOVE them. It’s that whole leading up to them that sucks eggs.)