4 more shopping days? Get real!

4 more shopping days? Get real!

Excuse me, but is it really December 20th? As in 5 days until Christmas? (Okay, by the time this entry shows up it will be the 21st and that would leave 4 days?) Oh. Come. On. I was ahead of schedule this year. This was the year that I was going to be singing because I had everything done. The last time I poked my head out of the house for more than a visit to the doctor or the post office, it was December 14th. The 14th, people. As in, I have lost 6 days of my life to this freaking flu!

I laughed at the newscaster when she said there was only 4 shopping days left. I laughed. Because, of course, she must be wrong.

I could be mistaken, but I think she laughed back at me. (Evil media wench!)

I guess this means that tomorrow, my dear sweet dedicated husband will be watching the children while I go brave the mall. (Okay, not really the mall. But a few shops near the mall. I mean, I am not crazy. Well, maybe I am crazy, but not “go to the mall with just 4 shopping days left until Christmas” crazy.)

So, here is where one of you wonderful readers comes in. Will one of you tell my husband that he is watching the kids while I go shopping tomorrow. It needs to be one of you who are used to that sort of halting-I-am-trying-not-to-say-something-that-will-get-me-in-trouble-later speech.

Although, it does bring up a good point. Why do I need to make arrangements to go to the mall? Shouldn’t mom be allowed to just say “Hey, I am going shopping. I’ll be back in a few hours. The kids need fed. The house needs cleaned. And the laundry needs finished. Have a nice day, dear. Kiss kiss.” Okay, yes, I made myself laugh at that one, too. Sure. Like that will happen. Don’t get me wrong. I have the kind of husband that is very hands on. (Wait, not like that. I mean, yes, like that, but that is not what I am talking about.) I mean, he is great with the kids and helping around the house. And yes, he is the cook of the family and all. Yet, I still need to make arrangements to go out. Hmmm, I wonder if it has anything to do with that dominant shopping gene I have that tends to get very bossy this time of year. Nah. Can’t be that. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, will one of you go tell him?

Thankyousomuch. If you need me, just…well, talk to the man. I am going shopping. Which means, I need to get to sleep so that I can have energy to beat those rich bitches women to the bargains!

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