Christmas Shopping 2006 Pt. 3

Like I wasn’t feeling moody enough already, stupid, unreliable Internet Explorer + my ailing computer decide to get an error and shut the darn browser down halfway through my darn entry. Today has not been a nice day.

I didn’t go to sleep till 2am last night because I was wrapping the last of the presents and then remembered to send out the Paypal payment for the keyboard I won on Ebay for my cellphone (SPH-i500). (That’s my present from John, BTW.) I had to be up at 7:30 to wake Mario up for work and iron his clothes, make breakfast, etc. I figured I’d get a good 5 hours of sleep at least, but nope. John’s stupid boss calls at 7am on the dot to call him in. I call him and tell him about it, but he fails to call me back and tell me he told her he wasn’t going in till his scheduled time, which was 10. I stupidly stayed awake waiting for his ass to appear at the door so I could drop him off, but that never happened. It was 7:45 by the time I called him and asked him if he was ready. When he said no I told him he better get ready and then I dropped him off. Didn’t even have time to make Mario breakfast or coffee before he had to leave.

So after having breakfast with Jaylen (Eenan slept over at Mary’s and then went with her to town this morning) I decided I’d take a little nap. Mom showed up just as I was clearing our dishes and she said she’d watch Jaylen while I napped. Awesome, I thought. It was 9, so I set the alarm for 11; plenty of time to shower and get ready if John was let out at 12 so we could visit Gramma around 12:30.

I sleep for a good hour and hear my door open and then close. Must have been Jaylen checking on me. I squint at the clock and realize I slept for a good, uninterrupted hour. I’ve got one more to go.

10 minutes later though, I’m awaken by the bastardly sound of the phone. It’s Elda, wondering if Mom would go with her to Target. I stay awake after that, because with my luck, if I tried going back to sleep John would call 10 minutes later so I could pick him up from work. So far, it’s almost 12 and he still hasn’t called. The vein in my forehead is throbbing so hard it’s impairing my vision.

I have no desire to clean whatever I didn’t get to clean yesterday. Jaylen is hopefully taking a nap right now because he was as moody as I am for waking up early. If he’s not, I fear for my sanity; he’s not pleasant at all when he hasn’t had a nap. Kind of like me.

The one good thing about today: I don’t have to be in traffic with all the crazies who are doing their last-minute shopping! I’m so glad we finished yesterday night. Jorge arrived yesterday, about half an hour later than planned because he had an incident with his dog. Killer, a very hyper, skinny Doberman Pincher, pooped in the truck on their way over here. Jorge stopped on the side of the road to clean up the mess and hit what he thought was the unlock button. It wasn’t. He’d hit the lock button and had locked his keys, tools, dog and cellphone in the truck. He waited around for 45 minutes, hoping a State Trooper would pass by and help him out, but no such luck. He ended up finding a rock and breaking one of his back windows. That’s where Mary, Eenan and Jorge are now–getting the window fixed.

When he’d arrived here yesterday, we ate Menudo, which Mary usually makes when he’s coming over. Mom watched the boys, since we still had some shopping to do for them, and Jorge, Mario and I left to town. Picked up Mario’s check, went to Academy, Target, JC Penny and then Toy’s R Us. I was quickly becoming frustrated since I felt rushed. They kept asking when we were going home, so I didn’t get to look around as good as I wanted to. I didn’t feel any better when we realized all of Mexico had already taken all the video games that were on sale in the ads. So now we had to figure out what we’d buy the kids instead.

We took Jorge home and had lunch with Mary, Jose, Jorge and Noelia. We still had to deposit at the bank, so I was getting ready to leave when Mario said he’d go with me. I told him he didn’t have to and he said, “Yeah, right. So you can be mad at me later?”

I say, “It’s not like I don’t go into town on my own all the time. Granted, all the other times it’s not dangerous and I don’t fear for my life…”

Yes, it’s that bad. I hate holiday traffic.

We go to the bank first, then to Target in Sharyland. I called all the other Targets and none of them had the gift we needed to get for Jaylen. We ended up going to another Target on Nolana and finding something else there. I just hope he likes it =\.

We got the rest of the gifts we needed, plus the kids’ stocking stuffers and a DVD player for them since we stole theirs from their room :P. The one we had in our room doesn’t have a working remote, which can ruin a whole movie for Mario. We got some Caramel Fraps from Starbucks (no whipped cream for Mario) and went home.

We got home late and the boys hadn’t eaten dinner (darnit, Mother) so we fed them and I sat with Jaylen on the couch while we ate Jelly Bellys and watched What Not To Wear. Mario went over to Noelia’s to fix someone’s computer and to drop Eenan off since he wanted to sleep over at Mary’s again.

We finally started wrapping around 9:30, which is the reason why we were up so darn late. Mario went to Whataburger to get us some dinner, since we didn’t eat when the boys did. We ate, then wrapped. Well, I wrapped; Mario cut pieces of tape for me. He kept complaining that I’d use too much tape.

“You use so much tape. My mom uses, like, 3 for the whole gift.”

“I know this. Please stop comparing me to your mother.”

Not only do I hate wrapping, but I’m so anal-retentive about everything every single piece of paper needs to be creased, folded and smoothed out perfectly, hence the need for lots of tape. Mom always tells me I should work as a gift wrapper at a store, but I tell her I’d get fired for cussing and taking too damn long.

I just picked John up from work and Mother’s not here yet. I wanted to leave as soon as possible. I hope Elda goes ONLY to Target and brings mother home already. I’m on a time limit here.

I need to put on some Christmas music, get cheerful mood and try to ignore that it’s been raining all morning. It’s Christmas Eve tomorrow and I shouldn’t be grumpy.