not the sunday i’m waiting for….
yesterday was the family x-mas. it wasn’t nearly as bad as i though. my stoner cousin had a little fit about shitbagfuckface being so late and my dad not being organized, but sometimes you just have to let people learn their own lessons. the stoner cousin can handle a dose of reality, believe me.
i was really uncomfortable yesterday with being pregnant, not with being around family. i made it a point not to work myself up about that. i learned on x-mas eve that i need to step back and not get involved too much.
when SBFF showed up, thankfully boo was ready for a nap. so i got a chance to lay down for a bit, that helped. but with all the stuff leading up to yesterday, i’m left exhausted. i’m not bitching here, but it was *me* who did all the shopping this year, it was *me* who wrapped all of the gifts. and i’m done. i’m spent. christmas is finally fucking over.
i was looking forward to a lazy day today. doing little things here and there, but not really being on a schedule. however, hubbin is really motivated today and we are just so not gellin’. so while he’s downstairs organizing the office and guest room (his reasoning here is that he wants boo to have a dedicated space to color and do art projects that are not in the kitchen), boo and i are upstairs going through my side of the closet since one of those great charity groups is picking up stuff tomorrow.
i love those groups by the way. the send you a bag, the call you to set up a pick up, the take your stuff and leave you a tax receipt. i bet they’d come clean your closet out too if you asked. i got one box filled and needed a break. while i am glad to get rid of things that i haven’t worn in over a year, i’m a little disgusted at my own excess. some of these things are practically new. and there are a few things that i know my mom gave to me. there are even some of her clothes that a year ago i couldn’t bear to part with. now, i hear this little voice saying, you’re not really keeping this green stripey t-shirt because you remember me wearing it, are you? no mom, i’m not. it’s going in the box.
the biggest heartbreaker, honestly, is that soooo many of my clothes, her clothes, our clothes, were from dayton’s or marshall fields. my mom worked there in gift-wrapping and got crazy discounts. and i miss the Field Manor line desperately. but life goes on and when i’m no longer pregnant, recovering from pregnancy, or depressed, i promise that i’m going to start shopping at a place other than target.
and while this is all well and good, and yes i’m being productive, i can’t help but think, this isn’t the sunday i wanted. but that’s ok. JCSG and i have plans to get together next sunday. we are actually going to resurrect Bookclub Bitches and review Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal (no pun intended), and watch Rock of Love 2. and i can’t wait, i just cannot wait!