Merry Stinkin' Christmas

I know I have a lot to be grateful about. My family is healthy. The baby is doing awesome and due in a month and a half. We got food in our bellies and jobs for the moment at least. However, I am such a Grinch lately.

Maybe it's the hormones. Let's blame the hormones. But seriously speaking, I know my hormones can only be set off by something. They are the reaction to someone else's action. Some people might disagree with that theory, but I know that if my day is pleasant and everything goes well, then I have a nice day. But if ...let's say...I get home after a particularly abusive day at work and my dear husband hasn't taken out the garbage and it is piling up on the counter , like it has been for the past two days. And he left his shoes, socks and pants on the couch and littered around the house. And then I go to the kitchen and find spilled OJ and dirty forks all over the counter. And when I ask him why he hasn't bothered to do do a damn thing to help me, his response is "stop nagging me", then those darn hormones kick in and I become a total bitch.

Yes. Let's blame the hormones.

That has nothing to with Christmas, though. That could be any day of the year.

Anyways...Merry Christmas.

I hope your kitchens are clean and your laundry is folded by little elves.