So, all three people who read this know that I'm moving. They also know that I'm the one doing all the cleaning and prep for said move, for all four people in my household. In addition, they know that the holidays are stressful here - like they are everywhere - but particularly much so given the situation with my crazy family and my crazier in-laws. On the plus side, my family seems to be getting along relatively sanely right now. There's the usual guilt trips and back handed surprises, but that's been happening as long as I can remember. It's not a shock when it happens, and it's easily shrugged off. My in-laws on the other hand and unfortunately, aren't so predictable and easy to deal with. If only that were all!
Morgen's sick. Today's the Santa lunch and I get to tell Morgen she can't go because she's throwing up.
The moving thing is taking far longer than anticipated.
One of my little sisters got married without telling my mom and me (I don't know if she told anyone else) and it's bugging me more than I ever thought it would, even though we never did get along.
I'm PMSing and overly emotional - as in I spent upwards of two hours crying yesterday when I got home and realized exactly how much I have to do and how much money I don't have going into the holidays.
All in all? It's a shitty time to be me.
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Oh honey, I'm right there with you. *big hugs* Call if you need to. I'm spending this weekend doing Kwanzhannukyulemas shopping on a tight budget and trying to get ahead of the laundry sprawl. (And probably going to work to do that damned inventory packet for Natalie.)
I love you, hon. You'll make it. And soon you'll have have the new home you've been so excited about!
If it comes to nervous breakdowns, though, you can take the December timeslot if I get January.
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