Christmas meltdown

So after the last 2 days of sappy Christmas cheer I am all out. I have officially gone on strike!!

The laundry is still not done. I don't care. I will wash what I need and that is it. I will no longer be picking up dirty Nathan clothes and if Camryn wants hers clean, she better remember to put them by the washer. I will, of course, continue to wash for Ryleigh as it is not her fault that the rest of her family are a bunch of ungrateful buttheads. Darian is already in charge of doing her own laundry.

I have had no help with wrapping gifts. I have had the fortune of having Nathan haul them around for me...all the way down the hallway. Poor baby. It is no wonder he needs to rest so much, what with all the physical labour.

I am tired of baking cookies. It is fun but last night I had to clean my oven and now have to wipe it out in order to finish baking. Would it be bad if I went to the grocery store and passed off store bought as my own?

And now here it is, 4:00 and I have no idea what I am making for supper. I totally forgot that I have to feed my family tonight. I have nothing taken out of the freezer and really don't want to make a mess in the kitchen that I have now cleaned about a hundred times this week.

Nathan is on call at work tonight and has to go out to finish his shopping, so I can count on him doing absolutely nothing around here. I guess I have the fun job of going out and shovelling away mile high windrows so that we have room to park vehicles in front of our house.

BAH HUMBUG!!!

I should go now...I have an oven to clean out....and laundry to do. It would be so much easier to be on strike if I had no kids. I don't want them to be disappointed.