I'm irrationally pissed off at my husband.
I did everything for Christmas this year. Purchased and wrapped all the presents. Baked the christmas treats. Coordinated with my family and his for Christmas Eve/Christmas Day activities.
I put out all the presents last night and the stocking stuffers for DH and the girls.
My present? Still in DH's car. Unwrapped. I won't be getting stocking stuffers because DH "didn't have time". Of course, there was plenty of time to hang out with his friends and fart around on the internet. No time to go to Walgreens and get me a box of Russel Stover chocolates and a toothbrush or something equally weird and unusual. (The standard stocking stuffer fare in the CG household.)
The girls will be getting up before DH and will make a beeline to their presents. DH will open his presents.
I will have to wait for DH to go out to his car, bring my present up to the house, and be wrapped. So while everyone else is opening presents, I will be sitting there, not opening presents because DH couldn't get his shiit together.
The more I think about this the more pissed off I'm getting. I deserve to be able to open presents at the same time everyone else does.
Mindtwin/Soulmate/E-geigh lyfe partner/Sisterwives to Benedict Cumberbatch with the gorgeous SookieFrackhouse68.
Fuck the turkey, man.
I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle
I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my honesty's brutal
~"Rap God", Eminem. It's like he knows me.