If those decorations are not done by the time I get home today I am burning down the fucking house
There have been heaps of Christmas decorations on every downstairs horizontal surface since Tuesday. I keep telling Rian to put them out, and every time he mumbles something about Mom wanting to do the decorations.
"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT SHE SAYS. IGNORE HER AND DO THEM YOURSELF. WHY ARE YOU BEING SUCH A FUCKING PUSSY ABOUT THIS."
Yeah I can't imagine why my role in the family is "perpetually furious yelling bitch". But also why can't people just do the very easy thing the first dozen times that I nicely ask them. *seethes*
I guess it's just because David and I have to live with her that we ignore most of what she says she's "going to do", because she isn't and she won't. But Rian seems especially spineless about her bullshit this year and it's driving me insane. Mom and Phil are getting haircuts this afternoon, and I told him to do it while they're gone. If Mom wants to move things around afterwards, I don't care, but I need those piles off the tables and those dusty, grimy storage boxes the fuck out of the living room. I told them both, if it's not done when I get home from work I'm sweeping everything back into the storage boxes and putting them back in the RV garage.
Me: "Melania Trump and I have one thing in common and it's that neither of us gives a fuck about Christmas decorations."
David: "Actually I think you also both hate Donald Trump."
I also had a weird mini meltdown this morning where I was suddenly certain that Rouse's doesn't sell unfrozen turkeys and if I bought a frozen turkey on Saturday it would never defrost in time. I actually went to Rouse's on my lunch break and checked. And yes, they do have them. I have no idea why I thought that.
Sometimes Christmas feels like 20 different mental breakdowns in a trench coat trying to disguise itself as a holiday. And that's with no children in the equation!
On a positive note, I figured out Christmas breakfast. See, I used to make beignets, but that is a lot of work and a big mess to clean up on a busy day. So for a few years I pivoted to cinnamon rolls, just the kind that comes in a can. But that is a lot of sugar on a day loaded with it already. This morning I got an idea from something I read online: bagels, cream cheese, smoked salmon. Perfect, it's sufficiently fancy-ish while also being easy and not sugary.
"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT SHE SAYS. IGNORE HER AND DO THEM YOURSELF. WHY ARE YOU BEING SUCH A FUCKING PUSSY ABOUT THIS."
Yeah I can't imagine why my role in the family is "perpetually furious yelling bitch". But also why can't people just do the very easy thing the first dozen times that I nicely ask them. *seethes*
I guess it's just because David and I have to live with her that we ignore most of what she says she's "going to do", because she isn't and she won't. But Rian seems especially spineless about her bullshit this year and it's driving me insane. Mom and Phil are getting haircuts this afternoon, and I told him to do it while they're gone. If Mom wants to move things around afterwards, I don't care, but I need those piles off the tables and those dusty, grimy storage boxes the fuck out of the living room. I told them both, if it's not done when I get home from work I'm sweeping everything back into the storage boxes and putting them back in the RV garage.
Me: "Melania Trump and I have one thing in common and it's that neither of us gives a fuck about Christmas decorations."
David: "Actually I think you also both hate Donald Trump."
I also had a weird mini meltdown this morning where I was suddenly certain that Rouse's doesn't sell unfrozen turkeys and if I bought a frozen turkey on Saturday it would never defrost in time. I actually went to Rouse's on my lunch break and checked. And yes, they do have them. I have no idea why I thought that.
Sometimes Christmas feels like 20 different mental breakdowns in a trench coat trying to disguise itself as a holiday. And that's with no children in the equation!
On a positive note, I figured out Christmas breakfast. See, I used to make beignets, but that is a lot of work and a big mess to clean up on a busy day. So for a few years I pivoted to cinnamon rolls, just the kind that comes in a can. But that is a lot of sugar on a day loaded with it already. This morning I got an idea from something I read online: bagels, cream cheese, smoked salmon. Perfect, it's sufficiently fancy-ish while also being easy and not sugary.