Merry Christmas or Bah Humbug

Last day of work and then I'm off for 13 glorious days!!! Too bad I'm not really that excited about what I'm going to be doing during that time.

I'm just really not into Christmas this year at all. I know it's horrible, but I don't want to go to Shawnee tomorrow....I just want to sleep in and hang out at the house. We are getting up early to go to Ryan's mom's house, where his grandma and great uncle will also be. Then we have to go to his other grandma's for the rest of the day to be surrounded by his aunts and uncle, cousins, grandma, her boyfriend, Ryan's dad and whoever else decides to stop by. It's crowded and the house is cluttered with "granny" stuff...and we stay ALL DAY. And night. We usually don't get to leave until late. If it was my family, I would be thrilled.....I know, I know. I'm a bad person. I just get tired of worrying about things to talk about and get bored sitting around. And I miss my family during the holidays so much it hurts.

Ryan and I had a spat last night and I'm still pissed at him, which is probably going to ruin our gift exchange tonight. I had told our friends Jamie and Sean that we would come over for dinner and see their new house. I told Ryan we would try to get there around 7. Well, I got off work early and came home at 6. He was playing his computer game (WHAT ELSE IS NEW???) and I told him that on the way home, there was really heavy fog and traffic was bad, so maybe we should leave right now just to make sure we get there in time. They live in Yukon, which is about 25 minutes away on a good night with no fog. He tells me he thought we weren't getting there until 7, so he just keeps playing his game. So I go out into the living room and wait. I sat on the couch for 30 minutes while he kept playing and I was just getting madder and madder. By the time he came out I was ready to explode. I probably over-reacted but I just felt so disrespected that he didn't acknowledge what I said, like it didn't matter. His game. His stupid game. I want to microwave it until it catches on fire. I yelled at him andhe said he didn't even want to go, so I said, "FINE! THEN YOU CALL JAMIE AND TELL HER THAT!!" We ended up driving to Yukon in silence. When we pulled up to their house, he looked at me and started to laugh and that pissed me off even more. He said, "I'm sorry we're one minute late," and I yelled "That's not the issue!" and slammed his door really hard.

By the time we left the house, we were in better moods because we had to fake being happy with Jamie and Sean. They're so great. I love going over there....and we played this hilarious Rabbids game on their Wii. But I'm still mad....and he won't apologize because he thinks I'm obsessed with controlling him and blames our fight on me, like usual.

I'm hopefully getting out of here around lunchtime, then I'm going to either take a nap or clean the house...since Ryan is on break but hasn't done any cleaning because he waited until the very last second to do all of his shopping, or else he's on the computer.