Seeing as how my husband is out of work and I will be as well shortly, I have been keeping a relatively good outlook on things. Yes, we probably won't be able to pay our mortgage a few months down the road, but I have been going about my business as usual and handling things a day at a time. With Christmas 7 days away I have been keeping busy with holiday this and that as well. Every once in a while, though, I get a momentary bout of breathlessness and chest pains. My head starts to spin and I have to stop myself from trying to see too far into the future. Today I find this is exacerbated by holiday things instead of keeping my paranoid thoughts at bay. Today my mother-in-law (whom I love deeply) decided to freak out on my husband that we were not coming to their house for Christmas. She laid the guilt on thick, as only a Catholic mother could do. We have never spent Christmas with them. They previously lived in Florida and then moved to Maine to take care of Husband's very eldery and very cantankerous grandmother. Husband's parents didn't want us spending Christmas with the grandmother so we started a tradition with my family. Every year we have invited his parents to join us and they do not. I don't know what brought this on by his mother so suddenly but it shot my stress level through the goddamn roof. I do see her point. Yes, it is only fair that we share one year with my family and the next with his and so on and so forth, but I personally feel the time to have brought this up was somewhere around Thanksgiving. Not 7 fahnerkin days before Christmas (see how I just made up that word to avoid using a derivative of the word fuck? Oops, I guess I did anyway). The crisis has been resolved in the end, but it was just added stress I don't really need and it reminds me just how close to the surface reality is lurking.
Speaking of insanity...Husband and I spent a good portion of Saturday hanging garland and lights outside, then we hit the nog and started decorating our Christmas tree. It culminated somewhere around midnight when the tree topper was ready for placement. Husband donned his mullet wig, put something in the heavy metal department on the stereo, did an air guitar concert and put the glittery star atop the tree. Nothing says Christmas like Judas Priest.
The new pup has not attempted to pee on the tree so far, but he does sit and stare at it with a slightly wild look in his eye. I did catch him barking at it yesterday. Bark all you want, put if you hike that leg or make off with an ornament, Santa will be notified and you will be getting coal in your stocking!
Peace, love and all that other bullshit,
Liss
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