Happy Labor Day. Hopefully you're celebrating it by non-laboring.
I'm discovering that spending 80% of my time lying down with a squiffy gut makes me feel lazy. Then I get up and do stuff and I feel shaky and sweaty. Then I lay down and feel lazy again.
Hooorah! It's been a FABULOUS long weekend. I won't even begin to describe the newest aspects of my GI issues. Suffice it to say, I'm wondering what size adult diapers I should buy because the constant laundering is getting me down.
I did manage to force myself out into the garage and down to the basement for some more cleaning.
I have eliminated all Christmas decorations from my house except for one strand of lights. I'm thinking about stringing them around my head and plugging myself in for cheap and exciting evenings at home.
I am the sole reason why the republicans bitch about the liberal "war on Christmas".
Many decorations belonged to STBX's family. Some came to us as gifts, some as inheritance, all had baggage.
I always did a good Christmas when the kids were little but as they got older and I became so incredibly annoyed with the materialistic aspects of the holiday, I toned it down so much that it ends up being a lot like any other day. The hallmark of our Christmas is homemade cinnamon rolls and a nice big meal and spending time together.
The fact that life fell of a cliff last year on December 19th also comes into play here. No matter how much I try to separate personal experiences from holidays, I just can't. We didn't celebrate Christmas last year. We huddled in a bunker with shell shock.
Mother's Day? Not a fan. Father's Day? Don't make me laugh. Valentines Day? Love ones died on Valentines Day. Not feeling particularly festive. Groundhogs Day? I think that rodent is a lying rat-bastard.
And Christmas? Christmas is a box of decorations for Goodwill. It is an empty house and a hollow heart. It is society telling me I NEED TO BE HAPPY when that is the last thing that I feel. It's a culture that says "This is the time of year when you need to be kind to strangers and do good things for your fellow human beings" when that is what we should all do every day, not just when it's fashionable.
Goodwill has the last of the decorations that are salable. The garbage man has the ones that are junk. Funnily enough, two houses down had their garbage out and there were Christmas lights spilling out of their trash can as well. I wanted to go up and knock on their door and ask them "So, what's your story?"
*Added later: This was my daughter's drawing last Christmas eve. Yeah, it pretty much sums up our lives at that moment:
Nothing to do with the above by *mshizuko on deviantART