With a little over two weeks before This D*mn House is on display, the mother is busy making lists and menus. And being preoccupied with the stupidest sh*t. (See, I told you there’d be fights. They haven’t happened yet, but they’re brewing.) And she’s already changing plans for the little trees, to plans that I don’t like at all. But that’s not set in stone.
We’ve yet to figure out where and when we’re having Christmas with our family. Whether it’s Christmas Eve or Christmas Day, or at my godparents’ or at their daughter’s. (I’m hoping for the godparents’ ‘cause it’s closer, but only by about 15 minutes.)
I’m really glad that I’m off tomorrow. Even after yesterday’s impromptu day off. I still feel pretty crappy. Today, to go along with my aching jaws, I have a headache and sinuses in full revolt. (They’re paying me back for being flat and virtually upside down for so long yesterday – with interest.) As a result, I’ve opted to skip work’s Christmas party tonight.
I guess I’ll end up going to the grocery store after all, though probably not until much later tonight. We are nearly out of food and I’m not sure what I’ll feel like eating tonight. (I stuck with soup yesterday.) Here’s hoping I’m willing and able to eat something else.
But first, I have to make it through today.