Christmastime Cheer

Hello Internets.  It's officially Christmas time!  I survived Thanksgiving, even if I was a bitter, bitter bitch.  (I toned it down in the presence of my family).  I woke up at an ungodly hour on Friday and shopped with the crazies.  Even got some decent deals.  I attended a Thanksgiving feast with friends, and survived a trip to DC for the ballet with my mother.  Who was in a bootie because she has a broken foot.  And we didn't even fight with eachother.  Me thinks it was a Thanksgiving miracle. 

So, now it's back to the same old same old.  I am stressing about getting my house decorated.  Well, before it even gets decorated, I need to have the floors finished in the dining room.  We pulled up the carpet sometime earlier this year to reveal this hideous tan and taupe asbestos tile.  We aren't going to pull it up, we are trying to put down wood flooring on to.  Hopefully wood flooring that will match the rest of the floors in the house. I am losing my cool with this project because I want to put up my Christmas Tree.  It will go in the dining room.  I know that's probably weird, but it makes more sense.  I also have to do some decorating when it comes to my living room - I need some new furniture (coffee table, end table, entertainment area, bookshelf), not to mention curtains and accessories.  The Hubs and I have nixed the idea of Christmas gifts for eachother so we can (afford to) get this all done.  I am sure it's going to be nice and expensive.  Of course.

Work is of course going.  The rush to finish projects before the busy season is in full force.  I have about 4 projects right now that are looming over my head, just taunting me.  Jerk projects.  Then, of course, is the office move.  I am being evicted out of my large, luxurious office (so they can cram two cubicles in here), and moved to a smaller, darker office.  I will miss my two extra chairs and two windows.  I shouldn't complain, because I know this just has to be done.  I am just a bit worried about WHEN it will get done. 

On top of the feelings of being overwhelmed, I think I am coming down with the cold of death.  My head feels like a beach ball, and my voice is all nasaly, not unlike Fran Dresche.r  AWESOME.  I hope the snot factory shuts down soon, as my poor little schnoz is all red from nose-blowing.

Oh, and I almost forgot.  I am most likely going to kill the Hubs.  Last night, we had a little moment where I confessed my undying love, and told him how much I appreciated him.  Which was stupid.  Because he responded to my love confession by telling me he had written down all the credit card and banking on-line information on a piece of paper, complete with passwords and user IDs (don't look at me like that.  I am sure you can imagine how I went on and on about the idiocy of this idea).  And he lost it.  The piece of paper with crucial financial information.  I didn't care about it so much last night (I was already in bed, let's get real).  But this morning, when he dumped out the trash can (I am not even going there) to look at everything he's thrown away in the past few days and still couldn't find it, I might have lost my cool.   I did the thing where I said, TOLD YOU SO, because, come on, seriously.  He accused me of yelling, and said something to the effect of wanting to be an active participant in this family's finances.  To which I replied, maybe this act of irresponsible behavior proves he should not be allowed to play.  Passwords, etc. have all been changed, and I think we're okay there.  But I am still a little miffed by the whole situation.

So, here's to ringing in the holidays! 

I really should try that grattitude thing again...