I'm doing most of the wrapping tonight. Going crazy on gifts always sounds like a great idea...until it's time for wrapping...and then when I total up the amount spent. Why do I do this EVERY YEAR?
A friend posted a wrapping drinking game. If I wasn't wrapping alone, it would be fun!
I was just texting my co-worker about shitty customers and he didn't get back to me right away. Turns out he was doing an EMT shift and just had to deal with a 50 yr old heart attack victim who didn't make it. The man's son found him
It puts things in perspective, some poor family is going to have a very sad holiday and I'm complaining about work.
I'm trying to roll with spending 4 days at my MIL's house, with full on chaotic parties Christmas Eve and Christmss Day, where there is never a quiet moment, and where H and I can't even share a bed (because hers are too small, no other reason). We can't get a hotel because we will have our dog with us. I'm having a pity party.
Plus we will be spending my birthday driving the 8 hours to get there. I don't even really care about my birthday, but it's feeding my self-pity right now, and I'm wallowing.
ETA: and now I read kayakjenn's post and I really feel like an ass.
I had an inspired idea for a gift for H and BIL, which takes my Christmas tasks down to picking up a few stocking stuffers. Whew. Well, and wrapping, grocery shopping, and baking cookies, but that's not bad.
Now I am drinking and looking forward to a date night with H tomorrow. He says his throat hurts and he thinks he's coming down with something, but we haven't been out since September, so he's going whether he likes it or not. Ha, kind of.
DS ate spaghetti last night and then started getting sick so I cleaned up last night's spaghetti until 6 am. DH got home from his business trip tonight. While I was putting DS in bed I could smell the puke smell so I was looking everywhere for a spot that missed and found nothing. I come downstairs, DH heated up the leftovers for dinner. So now I associate spaghetti smell with vomit. I asked him to eat it because I really didn't want to be around it. He was changing channels and hanging out with the steaming bowl sitting there. He started telling a story and I cut him off and said "no I'm serious, you need to eat that. Like now." He's annoyed because he wanted to enjoy his dinner.
IDGAF how much you want to enjoy your dinner. Get it out of my face! I'm now burning a yankee candle. We're not going to have spaghetti for a long time
The director called me this afternoon while DH & I were at the movies (The Hobbit) then running errands. I didn't check my phone until almost 7, but he said to call his cell. Squee! The pay he offered is spot on, and he'll send over the benefits package tomorrow. Still working out a start date, but it'll be the 5th or the 12th.
I am so glad to have an offer before going home for Christmas. A huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders.
Post by RoxMonster on Dec 19, 2014 22:49:32 GMT -5
I went out with co-workers to celebrate the start of Christmas break. We went to a paint-your-own pottery place. My mug was kind of laughable lol. But I had some alcohol and felt wonderful about it.
I am so ready to sit on my ass and do absolutely nothing over break (well, except for finish Christmas shopping and visiting family). But THEN I can sit on my ass and do nothing.
Post by cinderbella on Dec 19, 2014 22:53:33 GMT -5
I'm a little bit drunk.
We are going to start TTC after our cruise next month - whaaaaaaaaaa?!?!?!
I also planned a trip to Arizona for September which could possibly mean being gigantically pregnant when I go. (Still within doctor's limits if everything is normal, but 32 weeks so BIG)
And I'm actually a little excited about it. Five days away from my H and kiddos, staying with a BFF that has a gorgeous house and pool in her backyard and will spoil me rotten the entire time I'm there. Even if I'm pregnant, it's pretty much perfect. Sign me the F up.
I got an awesome deal on an easel today at Michael's. I originally had it on Sofia's Christmas list, but then I changed my mind because I wanted to wait until the playroom is finished, but at $35 (marked down from $90), I just couldn't say no.
My baby keeps crying and straining in his sleep. Doc says it's normal, but he sounds like he's in pain. I'm trying so many things to figure out what's wrong, but it isn't working. Not getting any sleep and feel so bad for the little guy.
Post by bohemianmango on Dec 19, 2014 23:49:59 GMT -5
So this happened. DDs and MIL were eating dinner at the table. DH and I are sitting on the couch. He decides it's a good time to look up some panties I was looking at while we were shopping a few weeks ago. He pulls up the website with the iPad in full view.
DD1 & DD2: *giggle giggle* DD2: Why are you guys looking at panties? Are you shopping for panties? DD1: Get out of mommy and daddy's business. They can look at panties if they want to. MIL: *speechless* (Thank goodness!)
I just got a super random FB message--from a high school classmate. I'm not even "friends" with her but her husband. She's just being randomly chatty? I'm assuming drunk.
We weren't ever even friends! She was kind of mean to me growing up (not that bad though.). I haven't talked to her in 15 years.
This headache I have has lasted two days and I've tried everything I can think of to get rid of it. Adil helps for a couple hours, but then it comes right back! Yuck!
I'm still up. Had a panic attack and despite 5mg of ativan, I'm wide awake. I don't want to sound like a martyr, but damn they suck. I hate the tightness they give me in my chest. I'm still so sad about losing my job. I hope my therapist can help cause I feel like a nut case.
On the bright side, we're taking the kids to see Santa tomorrow. I'm hoping it's our first year without tears. I have a few more things to pick up, but I'm feeling pretty ready. First dinner is on Sunday. Since I don't have much extended family, Christmas is the only time I get turkey, which I'm really excited for.
I'm still up. Had a panic attack and despite 5mg of ativan, I'm wide awake. I don't want to sound like a martyr, but damn they suck. I hate the tightness they give me in my chest. I'm still so sad about losing my job. I hope my therapist can help cause I feel like a nut case.
On the bright side, we're taking the kids to see Santa tomorrow. I'm hoping it's our first year without tears. I have a few more things to pick up, but I'm feeling pretty ready. First dinner is on Sunday. Since I don't have much extended family, Christmas is the only time I get turkey, which I'm really excited for.
Holy shit 5 mg is a lot!
I'm sorry you are experiencing those. They do suck. Hope you start to calm down soon
I'm still up. Had a panic attack and despite 5mg of ativan, I'm wide awake. I don't want to sound like a martyr, but damn they suck. I hate the tightness they give me in my chest. I'm still so sad about losing my job. I hope my therapist can help cause I feel like a nut case.
On the bright side, we're taking the kids to see Santa tomorrow. I'm hoping it's our first year without tears. I have a few more things to pick up, but I'm feeling pretty ready. First dinner is on Sunday. Since I don't have much extended family, Christmas is the only time I get turkey, which I'm really excited for.
Holy shit 5 mg is a lot!
I'm sorry you are experiencing those. They do suck. Hope you start to calm down soon
I've been on it for the last 3 years (PTSD), and know I have built up a tolerance. When I see my doc in 2 weeks I'm asking to switch to clonazepam as I found it more effective.
I've been on it for the last 3 years (PTSD), and know I have built up a tolerance. When I see my doc in 2 weeks I'm asking to switch to clonazepam as I found it more effective.
When the Ativan stopped making a dent, clonsazepam was a lifesaver. ::hugs::
I was doing well with the ativan till I lost of job. Not the ativan doesn't really seem to be doing a thing. When I see my doctor I'm going to ask for clonazepam. I just can't feel like this every.damn.day again. I had been doing so well, and people actually thought they saw 'the old me' back. I feel like I'm on a downward spiral since losing my job. I know it will take time to get over, but fuck, this sucks.