Can everyone just.shut.the.hell.up???? Please??
No. I don't want to give him formula to get him to sttn. I know one formula bottle won't kill him but I don't want to. My child's bedtime is important and no, I can't just put him in the stroller to take him caroling at nine o'clock at night. No one wants carolers at their house after nine anyway.
I am praying my mother will get laryngitis so I don't have to hear her shrill voice. I want to throw whoever invented those stupid effing pieces of plastic shapped like peanuts characters that sing some stupid christmas song every time you push a button off a cliff with sharp rocks all the way down. My parents have no less than twelve. Oh and if my sister or SIL tell me one more time, "My kids all sttn right away so I don't know what you're going through," I am running away to a B and B in Harber Country and spend Christmas by myself. Sleeping. Alla Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood. But not after throat punching them and putting dead batteries in their smoke detectors so they beep all night.
Oh and my BFF still doesn't know if she's coming to Christmas eve dinner and stay over with us. She will let me know by church at 4:00.
Add your holiday frustrations here.
Then and now. How did my boy get so big?