I truly hate the holidays... anyone else?
I mean, I seriously hate the holidays. I hate the expectations, the travel, the materialism, the "together time." In the little free time I get away from work, I'm expected to pay insane amounts of money to schlep hundreds or thousands of miles away to my mom's house or my MIL's house where there is guaranteed to be terrible cold weather, cats that I'm allergic to, doors that get left wide open in 20 degree weather so the cats came come in and out as they please, family schedules to adhere to, etc. My husband LOVES the holidays and family-togetherness, when all I want to do is have a little quiet time at home with the dog, or some spare time to spend at the barn.
This time around, I'm 4.5 months pregnant, we are at my MIL's house, and after 2 days of constant exposure to her, last night she comes down with the death flu. High fever, chills, cough, aches, the whole nine yards. Can't wait for the joy that must be coming down with the flu during pregnancy...
Yes, I am a grinch. I foresee a very quiet Christmas spent with the dog and takeout Chinese. I can't wait.