In a couple of words.... OH HELL YES! I've come to absolutely hate Christmas. I love all the decorations everywhere but I hate trying to find time to pull all the boxes out of this crawl space I have in this house. I should really get rid of a lot but THERE'S NO TIME TO SORT! We can't have just one Christmas tree... no. We have to have a fucking 9 foot tree in the living room (with 36,392 branches to stick into those little holes) and another downstairs. I'd sooner stick an ornament on my phylodendrum next year.
Shopping... I hate shopping anyway. HATE IT! In fact, I never shop. If I need something, I go in as quickly as I can, find the first suitable semblance of what it is I need, and get out. But NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.... my kids want SPECIFIC items and styles! And forget the cheap stuff... if its not Abercrombie or Hollister, they'd sooner go naked. I'm beginning to agree that they should. Lest we mention the f'ing video systems (they can't share.. they each need their own).. expensive games and accessories... oh and we can't be without computers and cell phones! And then there's the mom and dad and steps to buy for, not to mention the nieces (one of whom isnt' even born yet, but I HAVE A LIST from the evil sister-in-law for Nameless Niece #2).... HELLO I'M FREAKIN' BROKE ANYWAY!!!!!!!!
Oh oh oh... and this year they wanted freakin' Christmas cookies. I'm going to a bakery next year. I still have flour in my nose and dough in my fingernails from yesterday's 200 cookie baking excursion. Never again. NE-VERRRRR!
Did I mention the outside Christmas lights? We got em' everywhere... along with stupid light up Santas and bells and candy canes. My house can probably be viewed from the space station. My electric bill alone will probably keep Duke Energy in profit well into 2009.
So yes, I find Christmas stressful. I will continue to wear my plastic smile and be fucking cheery until the evening of the 25th. Then I shall disappear and hide from my family for the next six weeks. I hope I taught the kids how to make grilled cheese well enough. If not, there's always PBJ's for dinner.