Stress, We Don't Have No Stinking Stress

God help me if I make it to Christmas. I still have shopping to do for Jim. He needs shirts, but he only likes one kind (you know - polo man). I've been everywhere and now it means I have to go to the outlet. I'm at work now, wrapping an endless stream of gifts. I keep thinking of people I've forgotten. I still need to make more cookies. Arion's surgery is tomorrow. Jim's sister is still having problems after her surgery and he's just a LITTLE stress out. Last night I flipped out on the kids because they unpacked their swim back that I had specifically packed before I left for work so I won't have to worry about it before trying to get them to swim class on time. My house is a flaming sh*thole. I CAN'T STAND IT. I can't even make my special rolls because Brandon broke my bread bowl. I might try to rise to dough in something else, but if it doesn't rise right I just wasted time, energy and all that flour. Work is insane. Both sites have problems. Jim hates his job too and promises to look for something else after the holidays. Arion wants to spend some time with his Dad, which is fine with me, but his Dad can't get off work. He wants to spend Christmas morning with Dad, but Larry is house sitting, which mean they have to go back and forth. This might be a problem if Arion is still in a lot of pain. HELP.