It's my Party...

Sometimes December makes me feel like I am drowning in a sea of sprinkles.

Don't you just hate when the damn top comes off.

I have been bitchy lately and my emotions are a constant roller coaster of pure joy as I spend time with friends and family to complete destruction from a hurtful comment - to pure joy as I think about the gifts I have purchased this year to pure dread from the credit card bill coming in January.

As the Mom - my lists are a mile long this season and my ass hasn't hit the couch in 2 weeks. And if it has hit the couch, it is only for on-line Christmas shopping, knitting a gift, sewing a gift, ordering cards, calendars, blogging, uploading photos and let's not forget nursing every 2 1/2 hours. I have to say that when someone elses ass hits the couch OFTEN to do nothing, my head explodes.

And as much as I love our Christmas tree this year - it is perfect. Now I feel like it is just ONE.MORE.THING I need to keep alive, even if it is just for 11 more long days.

And I still hate the cat.

I still want to take the girls to the Holiday Parade, to bake cookies, to wrap presents. I love this season even if it does give me a happy migraine.

The good news is that I have given up drinking red wine this month and have decided to drink sparkling white every night to give me just a bit more Holiday Cheer.

And just for the record - I did not sleep with Tiger.

Ho Ho Ho, t