Christmas: TGIO

Thank God It’s Over!

Everything went pretty well, except Christmas Eve, as expected. Instead of having it at our house, my excuse for the house being tiny worked out and got us out of hosting the thing. Instead, I got tricked into being in the same place as my sister-in-law. Kept my kids away from her and made $170 out of the whole ordeal, not too bad for 1 hour of work.

Christmas was pretty good. S had a ton of fun and got everything he wanted and more. Train, toothbrushes, pajamas, clothes, cars, trucks, lotion, body spray, a Ninja Turtle, animal crackers… I think that about covers it. We went out to breakfast and dinner with Grandpa and Grandma. Z got a bunch of noisy things and things to chew on. And our dog got toys too, because Christmas is when we celebrate her birthday and she’s 9 years old now.

I’m glad the holidays are over, now I get to look forward to paying off all the credit cards I maxed out and the lack of money we’ll have left from the tax refund after they’re all paid off.

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Christmas Eve…. DEATH!

This year I’m being forced to hosting my mother-in-law (MIL) and brother-in-law’s (BIL) family. Which wouldn’t be too bad if mother-in-law and sister-in-law’s (SIL) knocked-up daughter weren’t by default invited. I hate my husband’s family. The only sane ones in the bad bunch (immediate – from his mother’s side) are BIL and his daughters. Unfortunately, when MIL left father-in-law (FIL), she moved in with BIL and he hasn’t been able to get rid of her since.

Now I’m not one of those high-morality “don’t get pregnant until marriage” kind of people. But her mother is such a slut that both kids don’t know who their real fathers are, and her mom apparently slept with both the guy they were brought up believing was their father, and his son! Who is supposedly the daughter’s possible father. SIL is a straight up SLUT and I don’t like anyone from her own family. Nobody was raided right out of any of them, but can you be surprised, really?

So They normally do Christmas Eve crap (Like opening presents early, WTF?) at BIL and MIL’s house. But they had a fire and the house is black and smells like smoke.. So apparently that volunteers my house for them to ransack on Christmas Eve. I normally like to have a nice quiet peaceful Christmas as far away as humanly possible from these people. When it comes time for the Holiday season, I try to go to my parents’ houses. 

It’s just once, A. You can live through one night of hell with these psychos….

If SIL shows up, nobody is invited at all and they can all go suck it.
And no, not just because she’s a whore. She had the audacity when my son was born to grab a 2 day old baby out of my arms, pass him around the room, and tell him that he wasn’t my baby, but “theirs”. Which I won’t get into the details now, but the bitch isn’t even allowed to know where we live.