Thoughts about being a working mom

....who is especially busy in December:

• People get shitty Christmas gifts because I'm too busy to buy anything thoughtful.
• My son doesn't get to see Santa Claus.
• My son doesn't get presents (except for some lame ass books I bought hurriedly over my lunch hour)

Other thoughts related to being a working mom who is married to someone who hates his job and is way overworked as well:

• One of us is always working on the weekend.
• Therefore any thoughts I might have had about training for a half marathon I think can effectively be put to rest.
• I HATE my commute.
• The time I have at home which should be spent with my son is spent:
• cooking for my family,
• cleaning (HA - not really - my house is the pits)
• unfucking Skype (which has decided to no longer work)
• cooking for really sub-par work "celebrations"
• working
• blogging while my son is screaming because he's too tired to nap
• doing laundry
• buying groceries
• running other miscellaneous errands
• After Graham goes to bed, I am also doing one of the above items on the list.
• My husband and I never talk to each other anymore because I'm always doing one of the things listed above and he's watching sports (or doing dishes or working, to be fair).

I am a serious Debbie Downer right now and I know it.  I love my son - he is the cutest thing in the whole wide world.  He's keeping me busy because he is a smart, curious, active little explorer.  I like my job.  I love my husband.  But something has got to give.  I think we both just need a break.