Thursday, December 27, 2012
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch
Stir in a heaping helping of gifts. So many gifts. Please don't take this the wrong way. I appreciate that all the grandparents love their grandchildren and want to make them happy. But more isn't always better. Seriously. They don't each need more gifts than we gave them at home from each grandparent. I've been trying to get the grandparents to cut down on the gifts and they pretty much just laugh at me. We have more toys than my children will ever play with in their entire lives. I don't have the time to figure out where everything came from and return it, and if I were to ask the grandparents to return stuff, then feelings get hurt. When I was a kid my grandparents got us one article of clothing and maybe a book or a toy. Those were the good old days. I really don't mean to bitch about presents but...it's just too much from the grandparents. Also, it makes me feel like shit that they give my kids more than they open under the tree at home. Oh, and of course I don't want my children to turn into self entitled little assholes, too.
Shake up vigorously with all the trash and children's toy packaging and mountains of junk.
Add a dash of too many people smoking around me and my family.
Just a pinch of too much driving with a screaming, teething baby.
3/4 a cup of little to no sleep.
2 TBS of general holiday stress combined with exhaustion due to the fact that I absolutly hate the consumeristic-ness of the holiday. Yeah, I made that word up, deal with it. I'm adding it the English lexicon.
Bake for 4 days of christmas travel and you get the perfect grinch recipe.
Oh, and add to all of that...the first present I got for xmas...was my period. Thanks world. Thanks a lot.
I officially hate the holidays.