I live life on the edge ...

... because that's the way I roll.

~ I work for the man. The corporate man. Which means I haven't seen a "Christmas" party for years and years and years. Tom, on the other hand, works for ~a~ man, so they get a yearly celebration. I actually look forward to it. This year, I had a dress all picked out and everything. I ask Tom earlier this week "When is it?" and he responds "Oh, it's this Friday, did you want to go?" YES I want to go, as I go every single year! So he asks me if I want him to find a babysitter (we have a deal where I find the sitter for "my" events and he finds one for "his".) I get off work a few minutes early last night so I'd have time to take a shower and find him in his PJ pants, playing with the kids. "No babysitter?" "Nope. Want to go get a tree instead?" "Sure, Girls, want to get a tree tonight?" "YAY!! A TREE!!!".

A few minutes later the plan changes to him going by himself and leaving me home because I say "you can go by yourself if you want." I didn't think he'd actually do it though. Not that I have any problem staying home while he goes out, due to last minute plans, this happens occasionally for the both of us over the years, but he doesn't like the Christmas parties, I do. So that kinda sucked. He got dressed up, I went through my "regift" shelf and found something actually quite nice, wrapped it up and sent him on his cute way (he got dressed up and looked extra handsome).

I "got him back" though by having an extraordinary night. (just in case you don't catch it, I'm using loads and loads of sarcasm right now.) I cooked the kids dinner and then piled them in the car to drive through the "rich" neighborhoods to look at Christmas lights. I find it a bit strange to go look at other people's houses, but the kids liked it. Then I drove up Cheyenne Mountain to the zoo to show them the zoo lights, although we didn't go in, as it was freezing. We stopped at the top of the drive, looking over the entire city where Ella exclaimed "the whole city decorated for Christmas!" Then we stopped for ice cream.

You know, maybe it wasn't such a bad night. But that part of the night wasn't really what I was talking about. What's really on my mind was how I spent the next 8 hours after the ice cream.

I started by simply vacuuming. Then pulling out the extension to vacuum under the couch. Then I thought I should vacuum under the cushions. Then the cushions themselves. Then I noticed there were spots to shampoo on just about every freaking cushion so before I knew it, 2 hours have passed and my entire couch is taken apart and set up to dry after a complete shampoo. We have a huge chenille u-shaped couch with a chaise lounge on on side, couch, love seat and tons of pillows as the back cushions, so this was a job. It looks good though.

Tom had come home and had already passed out in bed with a belly full of food so then I started feeling sorry for myself. No lovin' from the hubby now, so I set myself up on the driest section of the couch to watch tv until it was time for me to pass out.

And then it started.

The worst case of heartburn I have ever encountered in my entire life. And no TUMS. Or anything. If I laid down I would end up with a mouth full of stomach acid which would choke the crap out of me. If I sat straight up, it would just burn. I thought it would go away, but it didn't. I thought I would fall asleep, but I didn't. I watched terrible movies all night. I tore my house apart at 4am looking for something to help. I ate baking soda. Nothing helped. Why I didn't just get in my car and drive to the store for some tums is beyond me. Instead, I had a sobbing fit around 430am and finally fell asleep at about 515am.

You're jealous of my awesome life, aren't you?

~ A few words about the budget post. My yearly budget was simply how to pay off our debt. I still will have to budget biweekly to make sure everything is covered. I didn't actually budget an entire year of spending! And the $500 handbags and $200 jeans? Don't go thinking I get these ALL the time. I'm talking like 1 or 2 a YEAR. Just the fact I like them, not that I go on weekly shopping trips!

~ Time to go get our Christmas tree. Ugh. I freaking hate decorating the tree.