I was baking cookies all day yesterday and stressing about how much more I had to do. Do you know what h said to me? "It's not life or death." O RLY? Because tell me that again fucker, and your life is over.
I have to go to Target and Best Buy today to finish up some shopping. Kill me now.
I am probably getting really crap gifts from MIL. She asked me for ideas, and I gave her an idea that cost around $100 (she normally spends around 150 on me). She said she was going to get me that for months (she asks for ideas in, like, August). Then just last week she told H she had bought me a bunch of other stuff already so that idea will get pushed to my birthday. I hate when people do stuff like that. Don't ask me for ideas if you plan on buying me things you want to buy me. And she is absolutely awful at guessing at what kind of stuff I like.
I know it isn't a huge deal, but she is in BEC territory for me lol.
The last of H's presents came over the weekend. One of the things was not at all what the picture online showed and I'm pissed. Was supposed to be a small car magnet, instead it's some huge monstrosity. I'm going to have to deal with returning it after Christmas. I'm so annoyed!
My H's aunt who has always been a complete hose beast to me (this is the one who threw a tantrum when we got engaged) is trying to be my BFF on FB and it's super weird. Lady, you HATE me, yet you can't wait to see me for the holidays? No. That's not how this works.
It's all so expensive! I've spent $170 on groceries, and I'm not the one hosting! I still need to go to the liquor store too, which is going to be even worse.
Post by walterismydog on Dec 22, 2014 10:01:32 GMT -5
This is my first Christmas completely alone. Every single one of my friends are out of town. A work friend will be here and we discussed going to a movie. Luckily I am pet sitting for a few people so it gives me something to do.
It just doesn't feel like Christmas at all and that makes me sad because it's my second favorite holiday. I didn't even bother to decorate. I should have decorated for myself because I like it and it's fun but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Depression is high in my soul this year.
Post by pantsparty on Dec 22, 2014 10:06:30 GMT -5
Next year, I am not putting so much on myself. Or in the very least I'm not going out of town for Thanksgiving and then hosting a holiday party and then going back home to see my family, during my busiest work month this year. H made a face when I said I'd be working at least Christmas Eve morning and I practically snarled at him. LOL. I also spent over $300 on groceries this weekend and I'm not even done. We're staying in for NYE, I've already decided!
Work is killing me right now. I was hoping to get some time off over the holidays but nope. I have to be in trial next week (including NYE) so I have to catch up on work this week and In January I already have 7 work trips on the books. Grrr..
Post by sineadorebellion on Dec 22, 2014 10:20:17 GMT -5
I scheduled my calls for this evening so I could take the kids to see Santa this morning. This means I now to have to stand inside of a walmart this close to Christmas. I have written my own demise.
I asked H to keep me accountable on sweets, so he took the huge box of German chocolates my cousin sent me for Christmas and bagged it up for all our neighbor gifts (we gift little sweets/treats to each other) I said "no don't do that" and he reminded me about accountability. Fuck
I'm making my "to do" list for the week and just realized that H and I didn't decide what we're having for Christmas dinner yesterday like we promised we would. Dammit. Today needs to be our grocery day, so I either have to decide for myself and hope he likes it (since he can't text or talk much at work) or go to the store again tomorrow after planning together tonight.
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Post by bugandbibs on Dec 22, 2014 10:39:56 GMT -5
My inlaws haven't invited us over for Christmas yet. When I asked MH about he said "they are going to take their cue from us". What the fuck does that even mean???!!!
I'm not inviting myself over to someone else's house. That is not the way it works people. If you want to see your grandchildren ( and your grandson on his first Christmas!) fucking invite them.
I told MH to figure it out. That was a week ago, and nothing has been planned. I'd be happy not to see them, but my girls would be upset.
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We spent the weekend with the ILs for an early Christmas with them. It started off well but it ended up with racist comments and other general fuckery. And then we returned home to find that someone had stolen one of the Christmas decorations from our yard. I am so livid about that. AND THEN my mother is apparently complaining to anyone who will listen about how she's being made to have Christmas dinner this week-- even though that's totally not what actually happened. She's just trying to martyr herself, again.
Post by litebright on Dec 22, 2014 10:59:47 GMT -5
I was up half the night last night b/c DD1 was throwing up. DH is having stomach issues, too, and so is my mom. Not a great way to end my parents' Christmas visit, and they have to travel today.
I've reached the point in the season where I hate everyone and everything. My boss just came upstairs to give me some sales slips and said "Wow,you look awful." Yeah, bro. I'm exhausted and I never want to see another engagement ring.
Post by pantaloons55 on Dec 22, 2014 11:56:37 GMT -5
So... Imma gonna cross post, sorry BNOTB folks.
I am seriously annoyed with my in-laws this year. MIL and SIL. Both of them are driving me up a fucking wall, however, won't be seeing SIL, because apparently she's angry at the world so won't be seeing family this Christmas. eye roll.
So that leaves MIL to contend with. Have to put on my happy face for her I guess, even though she deliberately left me out of Christmas dinner planning. There is only us 3 this Christmas Eve (me, H, and MIL) because as previously mentioned SIL and husband are not making an appearance. So I asked H like, 3 weeks ago how we could do Christmas dinner to be inclusive for me (I'm Celiac and can't have dairy either) so that at least I could eat one of the main dishes, and only have to worry about a side.
Well, apparently MIL already made (and froze) Christmas dinner -- for her and H. But it wasn't prepared with me in mind, to ensure I could safely eat it (cabbage rolls are their tradition, and gluten free anyway, but I needed to assist because I have to worry about certain spices, and cross contamination, etc.) MIL has NEVER BOTHERED in the last 3 yrs since my diagnosis to figure out how to cook for me. She says she't too worried to make me sick, BS, she hasn't even tried. I think its pure laziness and not wanting to do things a little differently. God forbid.
Sooooo I get to figure my own shit out -- while I'm already busy figuring out all my other Christmas cooking. When it could have been a combined effort. And so I told H that was totally not cool and he agreed. Apparently MIL had all kinds of excuses about how it was the only time she could do it, which is also BS, because she never included us from the start (we told her we wanted to plan this together a few months ago) -- and then -- what does she do? Oh, she goes and makes cabbage rolls AGAIN yesterday, this time for her work party. Give me a fucking break. Anyway, my Mom and had made plans to make tourtiere (French Canadian Meat Pie) so I'll be eating that Christmas Eve (which is MY tradition), and to hell with MIL.
Its not even about the meal, its about the total disregard for me. Like, oh, I'm sorry, is this inconvenient for you MIL? Well imagine how inconvenient LIFE is is FOR ME to have to bring food with me every damn time I go to a dinner party . I have to make my own meal, its not a night off cooking for me! ARGH!!!
This was just the straw that broke the camels back... the constant little BS moves, everything we do for her, the wedding photos and the constant bitching and "oh, woe is me, I'm such a victim" role. God help me.
H is starting to see it, but progress is slow on that front. Time for me to step out as much as humanly possible.
Seriously, this can't just be me. Other people see this is a problem right?