Friday, December 26, 2008

I survived.

Christmas. Done. Almost. One more family Christmas to go.

New Year's Eve. I'm getting trashed. For real. The vomit in my lap kind of trashed too.

Today I am being lazy and being a bum, bum, bum, buuummm.......(Sing to Little Drummer Boy to get the real effects of this.)

I could return a gazillion items that ironically never worked in the first place but that means I would increase my blood pressure and probably have one to many anxiety attacks dealing with the rejects out on the streets attempting to drive in a coma or deal with the geeks inside of Sears or Target running over my toes. There is no amount of happy pills to help with that chaos. No.Thank.You. Hmmpppfff.

I could attempt to learn photo shop better and turn all my RAW pictures into Jpeg's but hell...that would demand my brain to work and it is complete slush right now. Not.Happening. This is why I married a computer guru. He can attempt this task or he will be doing a hefty amount of laundry instead.

I could brace myself and enter the disaster zone that my child calls her bedroom and either dump everything into a garbage bin or just start it on fire. Seriously, the other day my brat was actually cleaning it and found a rotted old egg sandwich. She tried to feed it to the dog to erase all evidence but confessed once the poor dog puked it up from the bottom of it's gut. She couldn't lie anymore. After having a few hundred breaths to control my anger I realized that she is not in control of her room any longer and I will return to cleaning it. She has been grounded from a few hundred things now. Gah.

I could try to tackle the mound of laundry that is going to walk itself to the washing machine soon so my hubby can have socks to wear to the basement where he insists he works but I have serious doubts work. Nah. He has slippers.

I could go get a massage Not happening sista's. I have sort of spent my life savings and my child's college tuition on Christmas gifts this year.

I could blog. Oh wait. I am. Ha.

I did survive the sadness that comes with losing a loved one right before the holidays. We all survived. My husband is sad and misses his dad a ton. My daughter is still having troubles talking about him without big alligator tears rolling down her sweet face. I am still crying when need be. Golly we miss that old fool. But. We survived with heavy hearts.

We were all spoiled rotten once again for Christmas. My daughter is definitely not hurting for a damn thing. Sadly. She doesn't get to play with anything until she learns to clean her room. Can I get a woo-hoo from all the mom's who stick to their guns?

I am pretty pumped about getting shit-faced for New Years Eve. Oh yeah. I will probably show my tits a few hundred times. This is sort of a tradition when I get toasted. Hopefully I won't be cold and somebody will not lose their eye.

I truly hope you all had a terrific Christmas as well and that you cherish you moments with your loved ones. And if you are grieving over a loved one as well.....hold on to your faith and your memories. I love you and you and you.


April said...

Merry (belated) Christmas to you!!!

Huckdoll said...

Hahaha...I'm doing the exact same thing with my kids. Until their room is in decent shape - and eff it that they are three, they will at least HELP me - they won't be playing with any of their stuff. Right now it's all overflowing in one of their old cribs and they've got a few things, but no more until their shit's in order! I'm getting shitfaced, too. If not tonight, then New Years but probably both. I'm SO. FLIPPIN'. HAPPY. that the bulk of the holidays is finally over. I swear, I'm going on vacation next year...this Christmas thing just gets crazier and crazier with every passing year. Maui sounds great, I'm saving now :)

n a more serious note. I think it's so great that you and your family are freely expressing your emotions towards your father-in-laws death. I'm glad to know that you're not bottling like so many others do this time of year. Bravo. You're doing great.

Belated Merry Christmas to you and your beautiful little family. I'll be with you in spirit in a few days getting toasted!

Tara R. said...

When my brother finally moved out of my dad's house, and we went in to clean his room, we found a dead mouse. Never did smell that thing rotting. I feel your pain, I have a teen who couldn't pick up a wet towel to put out a fire.

Hope you have a kick ass New Year!

Grandy said...

You get a serious woo hoo on the clean room front from me, girlie!! :)

I am glad to see you survived the holiday. I hope you have a ragin' New Year! ... You know...the vomit in your lap, kind of new year. :D