Target makes me happy

Yesterday, more than one of us admitted to channeling The Unhappy Woman monster at our loved ones.  I love that all of you were honest enough to share my pain, and laugh with me about our shared neurosis. Thank you.

Today, I want to share some hope with you.  We can deal with this, ladies.  I'm calling it "The Christmas Cheer pain reliever".

Step one:  Grab that man that makes you crazy, and drag his filthy self to the motherland, aka Target.  Make a beeline for the Christmas section.

Step two:  Make him go through every single aisle with you as you ooh and ahh over every single little thing you see.  Maybe even take some pictures of the things that make you happy.

This was our favorite aisle.  We spent 5 minutes considering candy cane flavors.

Pretty, classy ornaments.

Stunning Christmas cards.  I was bummed that they were $15/box.  So instead, we bought a box of 32 cards for $4.  Boom.

Step three:  Walk out happy as a clam that you got target time, and you got to do so with your suffering lover.

Step four:  Walk into your still messy house, and pour yourself a yummy beverage, preferably wine (if you care to partake).  While this glass is red, I recommend white wine.  It doesn't stain as much.

Check out that laundry basket full of clothes.  Classy.

Step five:  Now this part is the big key.  Start figuring out how to hire a housekeeper to come clean the house a couple of times a month.  I'm figuring that to clean our 2 bedroom, 1 bathroom apartment shouldn't take more than 45 minutes for a professional... so maybe $35 per cleaning???  I'm starting to be able to justify that expense at the sake of my continued sanity.

It isn't a permanent cure.  And I'm going to have to repeat many times, but that's what box wine is for.  Ammon's promised me that when I get pregnant, I also get to hire a housekeeper to come in a few times a month (we all know I'm going to need it, since I'm going to be drinking grape juice instead).  I think that's really the cure.  Can we all admit that the best present we could ever get is to have a person hire us a house cleaner?

Hint, hint, boys.