Venting

Ok so I have been really irritated lately and I just thought that maybe if I spit some of it out I would feel better.
First of all, I am tired of going to the store. I am so sick of spending money I could literally puke! I can't go to any store without spending over $150.00 and that is several times a week! It's not even just in christmas presents either. We are always out of something here at the house mainly cereal and milk. I swear I have to go to the store every week to load up on 50 lbs of cereal and 10 gallons of milk to feed my starving children. When does it end?? As soon as I get home from the store, I am already adding more stuff to my shopping list for next time! How is it possible to go through so much food? I guess I just get in the habit of eating the same food all the time so I don't utilize the stuff that I have in my cupboard. I put a stop to that this week though. I told the kids that they were not getting anymore cereal and milk until all the breakfast burritos, frozen waffles, omelets, toaster strudels, pop tarts and oatmeal were gone. They acted like I was telling them that they couldn't eat for 2 weeks! Poor Garrett was absolutely distraught.. this meant that he couldn't pick cereal for "Pick your own dinner" night that usually happens about once a week. Kind of like tonight when I just hide in the basement and don't want to come out.
I had another brilliant idea this year to bake goodies for Christmas. My bill at Walmart on the groceries was almost $300.00!!! I could have bought some fancy ass cookies for that price and had them delivered. Instead I busted my butt all weekend to make them and then had to drive all over 2 counties to deliver them! What a smart girl I am. Nonetheless, they all turned out very well and I even conned Trina into coming down on Saturday to help me.
My next most irritating thing is my outdoor Christmas decorations. I should have thrown that damn NOEL sign away after I threw it across the yard trying to set it up. God knows what my neighbors were thinking. I'm pretty sure there was quite a steady slur of cuss words coming out of my mouth the whole time. Not only did I have to set it up the first time, but I have to do it every damn day because of this horrible Lehi wind. I swear if I could pick up my house and turn it the other way I would. It blows right across my front yard taking everything with it. Do you think I can keep my lighted presents and trees sitting up right on my front porch? NO! I recently discoverd a rather large roll of wire in my garage and armed myself with that and some wire cutters and set to work wiring everything together and to something. This must come from growing up in a family where some duct tape and bailing twine would fix anything! So at night everything is all lit up and beautiful but during the day it is a tangled wire mess! That ought to be alot of fun to take down!
My list of annoying and irritating things goes on and on and on. From dirty boy bedrooms and bathrooms to holes in the knees of pants and having to buy new shoes every month. I really think that I should get some kind of counseling. I am way to anal.
Have you heard men talk about their wives and all the throw pillows they put on their beds? I have heard several comics lately talk about this and it cracks me up. I actually had it out with my husband not too long ago over the same thing. Every night he would throw them all off the bed and onto the floor on my side so that I had to step over them to get into bed. I bit my tongue for as long as I could.. angrily picking them up and stacking them neatly before climbing into bed. This of course went unnoticed by my husband. Finally one day I had to say it..... "Can you PLEASE stack the pillows instead of throw them. I just have to pick them up so that I can get into bed." Oh my goodness... this opened pandora's box. He informed me that because they were "throw" pillows, that it meant he could "throw" them where ever he wanted. Then I had to tell him how I didn't like how he draped his towel over the top of the bathroom door. "Don't you know that I just have to take it down so that I can close the door?" He looked at me with this gaping look on his face and said nothing. Obviously he had no response for that one.
And the toilet seat... oh my god, the toilet seat. I think he is too old to train but I make it known everytime I have to put it down because it is a very loud BANG. This of course probably goes unnoticed though as it should because it is trivial like all other things that I obsess over. Poor Dennis and the boys.. they truly deserve some kind of award or something.
Then there is always snow, dirt and grease tracked inside, the sticky floors in the kitchen, the marks on my table from the kids' pencils at homework time, the toys in the backyard, the closets left open, the video games not put back in their cases, the chairs not put back around the table, the blankets not folded up, Weston's cars and wrestling guys that have taken up residence on my kitchen counter and stove, Garrett's frogs that get loose everytime he cleans them, all the candy wrappers that come out of Braxton's pockets in the dryer, and the dishes that get thrown in the sink without being rinsed!! (Do you have any IDEA how hard it is to get dried up oatmeal and fruity pebbles off the bowls??)
Oh lord.. I have to stop. I am giving myself a headache. I must seek counseling immediately!