Oh my LORD, I have so much to do! All of a sudden, the panic has set in!
Haha, the sentence above was written on Christmas Eve - yesterday. Now, it’s GO TIME.
I’m supposed to be at my family’s place later this morning. Am I packed? Well, the gifts are packed in the car. My fruit salad is in the fridge as well as my homemade peppermint bark (packaged in pretty gold foil boxes and tied with ribbons and a candy cane on top of each one), all ready to be packed in the travel cooler. Martini’s bag is mostly packed. I am not dressed, nor have I packed for tomorrow or brunch on Saturday.
I stayed here at home yesterday (Christmas Eve) because my SIL has to work today, so it was decided as a family that we would wait until tonight to celebrate Christmas.
Except my family didn’t wait!
What pisses me off is that Dad told me to wait until today, and then they went ahead and did most of their Christmas yesterday anyway. Apparently, Dad went to church because he was in charge of communion and assumed that no one would do it if he didn’t. Yet, he really shouldn’t be trying to do that shit…
Oh, I didn’t tell you that after my dad falling and all of that jazz - I had to push and push so that he’d go to his own primary doctor since his arm still hurt, and guess what? BROKEN. Yep. Apparently, the x-rays at the ER didn’t look as closely as the x-ray machines at Dad’s primary doc’s office. They live in a country bumpkin town. Another reason I don’t love going to visit anyway.
I have a feeling that my bro and his fam are going to want to open gifts this morning like a “normal” Christmas before my SIL goes into work (she works from home) - especially because if my mom gets wind that it’s Christmas morning, she’ll also want to “do Christmas” in the morning. And of course, my 10-year-old niece is going to want to open gifts this morning too.
And my bro and SIL were asking my DAD when I was coming???!!
This, after I messaged both my bro and my SIL asking them when was a good time for me to come, and I heard NOTHING from my SIL and my bro sent me the grumpiest, GRINCHIEST message of all time telling me he’d text me back when he could think. I told my dad that I’d asked them when was a good time for me to come, and they never answered me! GOD.
So fine. You fuckers want to do Christmas without me? Fine. Go ahead. I’ll get there when I feel like it.
Do I sound grumpy?
I also didn’t sleep a goddamn wink last night. For some reason, I had a rough night and woke to a weird, unusual high heart rate and sweating. I had to rip off my pajamas in the middle of the night. And I’m long past the menopausal hot flashes. I haven’t had those in years.
The only thing I can think of is that I ate pretty terribly yesterday, stress eating almost a whole bag of pretzels and the broken, janky edges of my peppermint bark…too many jagged edges. Oof.
AND.
On top of all this, Martini started to get an aural hematoma in her right ear flap yesterday. She’s gotten one before that went down overnight and just disappeared, but I think because neither one of us slept very well today, she’s still having symptoms. A 3-hour car trip isn’t going to help much, but I’m hoping she’ll just sleep it off.
The good news is, I took a super long, comforting, candle-lit everything shower last night and also gave myself a manicure, but so much more to go.
I better go. Time’s a wastin’ and I need to get my arse on the road soon. Gotta pack and get my shit together.
Bah Humbug…
But Merry Christmas to all of you who are celebrating today!!
xox,
GS
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