The presents are all wrapped and under the tree (well before midnight, no less - quite unusual for me), everyone is in bed and I’m spending a little quality time with a South Park Christmas marathon - absolutely hilarious. (So many reasons that I’m the head bartender on the bus to hell.)
Two weeks down, two weeks to go on the visit. While there have been some tense days, there have been no full on fights, which I’m grateful for, and frankly, exceptionally surprised. But between the moving, the holiday, the visit, and oh, that work thing, I’m physically and emotionally really, really tired. I’m not getting enough sleep and the sleep I’m getting ain’t exactly quality, but hey, I can catch up in January, right? All I really want for Christmas is enough patience to get through the rest of the visit with some level of grace & dignity.
Merry Christmas to all my buds out there - y’all have really come through for me in more ways than you can possibly imagine in the past year, and especially listening to my insane rants over the past two weeks. :)
I hope all your holidays are filled with love.
Peace out, kids.
