Farewell...farewell...oh holiday season. I don't know about you but I'm exhausted... The leftovers are gone or either frozen stiff. The decorations are being boxed up and put away. The new ones you caught on sale the day after Christmas are now occupying needed storage space. The gifts you wanted are being put to good use. Those that you didn't particularly care for and you haven't found the time or energy to take back are in the hall closet settling into their new role as dust collectors. And of course, your relatives have hopefully all returned home safe and sound.
The holiday season is a lovely time of year. And as much as I love to see it arrive, I'm even more eager to see it over with.
My dysfunctional (face it...we all are) family left me enough Kodak moments to keep the kiosk at Wal Mart busy for hours.
First, my dear sweet son, who arrived home the weekend before Christmas week will be leaving for San Antonio tomorrow. He's a military man now dwelling in an 18 year old's body. As much as I wanted to pull rank and demand he do certain things my way, I bit my tongue and only offered advice. He's a good kid. So, I can't really complain.
The first few days I found myself laughing hysterically when I realized I was conversing with him more on Facebook than in person! What can I say? Thank God for Facebook.
The family fights were minimal this time around.
My unemployed uncle stole all the wings off the cornish hens, drank the majority of the alcohol and had the nerve to be picky about the gifts he received.
We tend to look over good ole "Unk" especially considering the fact that he talks more to himself than he does to us.
My mom chastised me about drinking. Anytime I tell her I've had a glass of wine or any type alcoholic beverage she starts calling on the Lord to save my drunken soul. She's so funny.
Thankfully, I was off Christmas weekend.
The break was a welcomed respite from the usual emergency room drama.
Upon returning the Monday after Christmas, I met a woman who had been stabbing the walls and feeding the "tiny little people" under her bed.
She realized something was wrong when the tiny people she was feeding started telling her to kill herself.....damn those evil tiny little people!
And how was your holiday?
