Dec 29, 2011 20:17
Somehow this year the holidays had me super stressed out. All of the gifts I gave went over well, so at least there is that. Otherwise, nothing went as planned. I'd even been debating the obligatory "bah humbug, I hate Xmas" post, but refrained, because despite it all, I'm lucky, just having any Xmas, let alone four, is something to be grateful for.
Nonetheless. I find the older I get, the less patience I have, and the more I value time spent home with just J, Kid Icarus and I. It feels really isolationist of me, but I would have been just as happy to have stayed home this Xmas with the cat at my shoulder playing Skyrim with the boy. J has promised that next year we'll approach things differently, maybe try to do Dayton in a single day. Personally, I plan on waking up in my own bed Xmas morning, hopefully open presents with the boy, spend the afternoon in peace, and dinner with the Mom.
I guess it's time to put this to rest in my mind, and start looking toward the next year of awesome. I'm not sure where we're heading Littlejournal, I feel like I've been remiss in my attentions, I also realize that journaling has changed, but I'd like to spend more time here in the coming year.
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