Just Another Day

Well, I'm not trying to be all dramatic, but that title sure sounded that way, didn't it? This is a tale of a family who, for all intents and purposes, just does not give a shit. Let me 'splain. A week or so before Christmas, I spoke to my Dad regarding Christmas Eve, which we have here because hello, the only children in the family need not be gallivanting around at night time before a major holiday.  So, my family comes here. In the past, we have had dinner, the kids open their gifts from Grandma, Grandpa, and Aunt and Uncle.  Then, overtired and overstimulated children are forced to go to bed.  This hasn't worked out well, especially for my daughter. You know, the one who attends Special Ed and has a type of therapy session EVERY SINGLE DAY of the week?  Yeah, that one.  The one with a sleep disorder that makes Mommy adhere to a VERY strict sleep schedule so that everyone, including her, is not miserable?  Yup, her. So, in speaking with my father, I try

By that, I mean wind storm.  In our particular location, we are having gusts up to 50mph, and those are doozies, my friends.  Thank goodness we took the lawn decorations down because of the rain on Saturday, else they would all be blowing down the street! I am, as always, running late with the Christmas cards, although this year in deference to some new Jewish friends, they are simply holiday cards.  Which I actually like better because I am kind of getting sick of Christmas.  Even though I have a young child and I should be totally gung-ho about it for her, I just can't bring myself to make that much of a fuss.  How was your Thanksgiving?  Mine was great, except Hubba-hubba had to work from 4pm to 2am.  Thanks, fucking stores who decided to open at 8pm on Thanksgiving! But it was pretty low stress as we went out to lunch at a restaurant instead of visiting the crazy/hostility on both sides of our families.  And hell, some of that hostility is on my side, so it was kind of nice