The Snowball Effect

I almost lost my shit twice this weekend due to an insanely crowded grocery store and a super busy mall.  On the one hand I like some hustle and bustle, and the holiday spirit and decorations and lights and all that jazz.  On the other hand, if I need to get my ass over to Car.ters and out the door in less than 15 minutes then all bets are off.  What's with this ambling along the mall corridors like you're out for a Sunday stroll.  Oh...right...it's Sunday.

This year, I'm forcing suggesting to S that we do Baby X's gift shopping together.  I would have liked to already have it done so that I can avoid the madness, but S's style is to wait until December 23rd to start shopping.  Granted, Baby X is going to be so spoiled by grandparents and other family members that we don't need to get him much.  Plus, I'm currently on a consignment shopping kick when it comes to most things baby.  I've found some great deals and a consignment shop that bags up toys in these cool little netted bags so that you don't have to sift through crap to find the good stuff.  So, really, all it will take is a 20 minute drive, some quality time searching for toys in good condition and that's that.  It's finding the time to do said shopping that is apparently an issue.  We can't even get it together to drive one mile down the road to get our 4-pack ski passes to Wint.er Par.k (holding out some hope that we'll actually get a few ski days in this year).  There always seems to be me wanting to do one thing, and S wanting to get something done around the house or go to the gym.  Since he's been home the house has barely stayed clean.  Baby X decided to stop taking long naps, making it difficult for S to get anything done except amuse/soothe/feed/change the dear kid.  By the time the weekend rolls around, I want to spend some time taking care of Baby X when he's awake and happy instead of sleepy and grumpy like he is almost every night when I get home.  So, housework isn't really getting done, the dog is starting to be neglected on the weekends and when Sunday night comes around I'm pissed that I have to go to work on Monday.