Christmas Funk

I still haven't mailed my cards, taken a christmas picture or sent out gifts. I suck. I really do. What is happening to me? I have been in a Christmas Shit Funk. Can it please end? Because I usually love Christmas.



Our gate is broken at the top of the stairs...which means I have to haul ass everytime Carson is upstairs because he thinks he is grown and can get down on his own, and up on his own. NOT.

This is my little genius right before he bites the big one. He really didn't bite it, dad caught him.

Another item I must purchase.....a damn gate. I LOVE shopping, just not for a gate I wont need in 6 months.

So, here I am blogging instead of writing out Christmas cards. Call me Scrooge that is what I feel like this year.

I wanna bitch about something, but I wont. I think I am a pretty good person, and don't get all nuts over petty shit. I really don't. Bleh....verbal diarrhea. I wont do it. But, I am pissed.

**Edited** I am no longer pissed. I feel better now. Merry Christmas!!