Another Christmas in the Can
So we returned from Green Bay last night after spending 5 days there.
With some things that happened at work last Fri, I was convinced this was going to be the Christmas that ruined all future Christmases for me. Tif told me that we would make it a good Christmas no matter what we had to do.
We got to Green Bay fine, and Saturday was fine, did some shopping, and relaxed some.The real stress started Christmas eve. Sirona was at her other grandparents for that family's Christmas, she was picked up around 4:30, and would be dropped back off after the festivities. My sister was there and about 7:30 her and my mother started complaining about Sirona not being back yet and that we should have told her we would pick her up. Not because they wanted to spend time with her, but because they wanted to open presents.Sirona got there around 9 and I was too the point of saying fuck it all and going to bed by then.
So we opened presents(which is always an adventure, my mom forces us all to make lists of what we want and then doesn't buy us anything from the list.) and my family apparently thinks I have suddenly become addicted to crossword puzzles. I got a book of them and a calendar of them. Seriously what the fuck. Sometimes I feel like my own family doesn't know me.
Christmas day we didn't do much, but I did run to a gas station to get me beautiful wife a cream soda. I tried to use my debit card which didn't work for some reason(I assumed the system was just down or something.)
Then yesterday happened. We went to Target to pick up some things, and the card didn't work again. We went to the bank and we were told our account was being closed because of some financial issues we had about a month ago. We can't access the money in the account and will be mailed a cashier's check in 10 days. So we are in Green Bay, with no money to get home. Thankfully my dad came through and got us cash, we then wrote him a check dated the 21st so he could cash it and we were square.
So we headed back home with a minimal amount of cash in our pockets and made it home without incident.
This post is me officially giving up on Christmas and Green Bay, WI. Every time the two of us go back something goes wrong or something bad happens. I have no desire to ever return again, but I have to. I have to see Sirona...but maybe we will get a hotel in Appleton and see if its cursed too.
And fuck Christmas, all this holiday has been for me this year is showing me how invisible I can be and how little money I can survive on. At this point I have no desire to ever celebrate this commercial fucking holiday again.
With some things that happened at work last Fri, I was convinced this was going to be the Christmas that ruined all future Christmases for me. Tif told me that we would make it a good Christmas no matter what we had to do.
We got to Green Bay fine, and Saturday was fine, did some shopping, and relaxed some.The real stress started Christmas eve. Sirona was at her other grandparents for that family's Christmas, she was picked up around 4:30, and would be dropped back off after the festivities. My sister was there and about 7:30 her and my mother started complaining about Sirona not being back yet and that we should have told her we would pick her up. Not because they wanted to spend time with her, but because they wanted to open presents.Sirona got there around 9 and I was too the point of saying fuck it all and going to bed by then.
So we opened presents(which is always an adventure, my mom forces us all to make lists of what we want and then doesn't buy us anything from the list.) and my family apparently thinks I have suddenly become addicted to crossword puzzles. I got a book of them and a calendar of them. Seriously what the fuck. Sometimes I feel like my own family doesn't know me.
Christmas day we didn't do much, but I did run to a gas station to get me beautiful wife a cream soda. I tried to use my debit card which didn't work for some reason(I assumed the system was just down or something.)
Then yesterday happened. We went to Target to pick up some things, and the card didn't work again. We went to the bank and we were told our account was being closed because of some financial issues we had about a month ago. We can't access the money in the account and will be mailed a cashier's check in 10 days. So we are in Green Bay, with no money to get home. Thankfully my dad came through and got us cash, we then wrote him a check dated the 21st so he could cash it and we were square.
So we headed back home with a minimal amount of cash in our pockets and made it home without incident.
This post is me officially giving up on Christmas and Green Bay, WI. Every time the two of us go back something goes wrong or something bad happens. I have no desire to ever return again, but I have to. I have to see Sirona...but maybe we will get a hotel in Appleton and see if its cursed too.
And fuck Christmas, all this holiday has been for me this year is showing me how invisible I can be and how little money I can survive on. At this point I have no desire to ever celebrate this commercial fucking holiday again.