I think I have a reindeer stuck up my butt this Christmas. I have some serious blahs. And the horrendous tragedy that happened Friday has not helped. I literally am hitting an "I don't give a f*ck!" about the holiday. I've done all the shopping. All the cleaning. All the wrapping. Been dealing with a walking incubus of viral plague, which is my 5 year old and this mutant cold he's got. Working massive overtime from the holiday rush at work. Helping my older son with all his schoolwork. And of course, dealing with DH, SS, BM and her demands. (Money for this, schedule change for that) DH of course caving. And I'm still reeling from last weeks phone call from BM in which she couldn't muster manners. Does anyone elses DH's Ex call your house and ask to speak to him? Not "Hi, this is so and so BM. Could I speak with your DH?" Nope. Nada. Just "Is DH there?" Bitch you called my house! Say hello, you ignorant cow! I only raise your son 50% of the time. Show some respect. Oh, and did I mention that if I didn't pick up the dog crap in the yard it just wouldn't get done?! I literally cannot handle one more thing. I'm staring at my house, which is in shambles today, and would rather just leave then have to clean one more thing on my only day off in the last three weeks. Ok, sorry to drop that rant. I feel better now.