That there is the reason I want to skip Christmas this year. For some reason, both of my teenagers are acting especially entitled lately, like the world owes them a favour and that life isn’t fair. I don’t even want to get into all the reasons because it just makes me angry. Christmas takes so much work and I work Christmas, Boxing and New Year’s Day. Fuck. So I will do all the work and just exhaust myself to the point of severe depression and god-forbid, end up in the hospital like I did last year. As it stands now I have no interest in putting up a tree or buying presents or doing anything. My sister (bless he heart) is cooking dinner this year but just the thought of driving to her home and being with her very loud (as they should be) 2 and 8 year old exhausts me. Maybe I am feeling this way because I have to work. Maybe it is just the time of year where I am reminded that many of the people I loved most in life are dead. Maybe it is the dark days, It is most definitely time to make a Winter Solstice Box again and light it on fire on the 21st.
I think it is time for a larger than usual glass of wine.