litaslildemon

1. I am broke. And I don't just mean broke, I mean REALLY broke. Jay has a check clearing tomorrow (we hope) for when he sold back his school books, and that is the only money we'll have to get Tatum presents. Yup, you heard me. I haven't even gone Christmas shopping for my kiddo. So of course, what does Ginger do as soon as she gets home last night? "Oh, you have to see all the stuff <b>I</b> got Tatum for Christmas". Yea, way to make me feel like a horrible parent. Then last night after dinner, she decided Tatum needed a scarf for Christmas. But no, she couldnt get out her own damned looms and make it. So I've been knitting a scarf like a mad man. But it's finished.

2. My dad has known for two weeks that my mom was having her Christmas dinner at 2pm. So, he calls me yesterday to find out when I am coming over, and I said "well, mom's dinner is at 2, so I'll be there before or after that". His response? "No, my dinner is at 2". Uh, no. You have known, the kids have known... you couldnt do your dinner at 4?? Come on Dad. So now I have to figure out which parent I'm having Christmas dinner with. I'm pretty sure it is going to be my mom. Especially since my dad will be pissed that I didn't get his girlfriend a fucking Mickey Mouse shirt from Disneyland (see item 1.)

3. Alan's leaving tomorrow, tonight was his grandma's memorial service. He found out today that come March, he's being deployed again. This time, he'll be somewhere near the Russian border. Not nearly as bad as his previous deployments, but still... Hey, Merry Christmas!!

4. I am stressed, bitchy and whiny, and it's not even that time of the month. This past week I've wanted to either kill Ginger or gouge my eyes out with a spork more times than usual. My whole face is broken out from stress, I look and feel like crap, and I am just miserable.

I miss my Grandma. Christmas was so much better when she was around. Now it just blows ass. Stupid holidays.