I hate shopping cooking and cleaning up. I am always cranky during the holidays. My husband and I used to fight about sending out Christmas cards I don't want to. He thinks I ought to but he never offers to do it himself.
He doesn't cook either. Doesn't know his grandkid's ages and sizes. He doesn't know what our kids are into. He asked me the other day what's on the Christmas dinner menu and intimated that he'd like one home cooked this time since there will only be five of us here. Christmas decorations - I have to get that going. Responding to party invites - guess who?
I know I really have no right to bitch - my life is good. But I gotta tell you I was five minutes away from kicking out a window here. Had to tell somebody.
Monday, December 15, 2008
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