My Christmas Hissy

As Christmas is hurling at me at speeds I don't even want to think about, I found myself having a total hissy fit last night. Not only am I completely over budget on what I "thought" I was going to spend, I still have a ton of stuff I still need to get. The stress is about to make me cry. I don't think it helps that we have to keep the presents in the dining room on the table so the little ones don't try to open or play with them. When I can manage to get past the stress of presents and gifts I don't yet have, I then am having to focus on what on earth to wear to Jack and Carol's Happy Hour this Friday night. Babysitter..check. Alcohol for Dennis...just another thing to buy today or tomorrow. What to wear...ugh. Maybe it's a fat girl thing. After  having Landon I ballooned a bit, so sleeveless is out. (Which is what most of my cute clothes are) After that I have a few I guess what would be best for job interviews. And then are my everyday, we've been covered in a variety of baby food clothes. So...I don't want to go. What's the point of going somewhere, wearing something you hate, feeling totally uncomfortable, and spending the whole time wondering when you can leave. So I told Dennis that. I honestly think that I am going to make him go to this by himself. One, I won't be horribly uncomfortable. Two, I can save the babysitter (mom) some energy. Three, I won't be up way past my normal bedtime and then try to recover while dealing with kids who don't realize it's Saturday and we should be lazy today. Dennis said that I would look good no matter what, awesome hubby that he is...but sometimes that doesn't change the way I feel about it. And shopping for something to wear...no way in Hell. Like I have the money anyway, and the last thing I need is more discouraging things to do in an already stressed out joyous holiday season. Whoo hoo. Here's to hoping that I get my Christmas spirit back.