ba humbug

I feel horribly un-Christmasy and un-prepared. Rob's parents and his Aunt and her fellow nun are coming to visit tomorrow. I love them and all but they are all people with very high standards of tidy...tidy isn't my strength on a good day. I keep feeling overhwelmed with stress, grief, and nausea. I'm fairly certain I'm PMSing. But Rob hasn't working in like a month, our finances are abysmal and as such our gifts are meager and pathetic. I've been snapping at the poor dog who wants attention but is pushing all the wrong buttons. Christmas eve is my favorite night of the year. and I'm sitting here crying looking at the Christmas tree wishing I could just skip ahead. The list isn't half done, I didn't make most of my favorite cookies, or clean all the things, or make enough gifts, or or or.