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The Carter family Christmas was as insane as expected but at the same time I think it was perfect. The only thing that would've made it better was Leslie being there, but she chose to spend the holiday in Canada with her boyfriend and the rest of their band. We fought over that decision a couple weeks ago. I was pissed because it was going to be the first Christmas we've all spent together in a long time, but she didn't want to be there and that wasn't right. She said that things are too crazy when we're all together and we drain her, so she'd rather not be there. Whatever. In the end, we just had to respect her decision even though we would have loved to have her there.
It was fun playing Santa in a way I never have before. We wrapped presents and filled stockings for each other. We had to actually buy some first, of course, and we made sure to get the biggest ones we could find so we could stuff as much junk into them as possible. We even made one up for Leslie and had it sent to her because even if she didn't want to be there, we still wanted her to be part of the whole thing. Our parents weren't left out, either. We visited my dad and his wife, had a late lunch with them and hung out for a while. I was going to stay there while the others went on to visit mom, but they weren't having any of that. It's fucking Christmas, they said. So I caved, like I always do, and we visited her too. It was awkward and uncomfortable for me and I bailed out as soon as I could, but at least no one can say I didn't try.
Overall, I had a really great day. Sure there was some arguing and the whole mom thing but other than that, it was perfect. I didn't realize how much I've missed having a Christmas like that until I was there in the moment again. I can't even remember the last time we all spent the holidays together, but I hope from now on, we don't miss any more. I know I'll be doing everything in my power to make sure that doesn't happen.
This morning, Jesse and I went out to breakfast and I almost made myself sick on orgasmic pancakes and bacon. Really, I ate so much that I haven't been hungry for the rest of the day and only now do I feel like I could eat again. That has nothing to do with the rest of this post but I still felt like throwing it out there. Really good pancakes have that affect on me or something.
It was fun playing Santa in a way I never have before. We wrapped presents and filled stockings for each other. We had to actually buy some first, of course, and we made sure to get the biggest ones we could find so we could stuff as much junk into them as possible. We even made one up for Leslie and had it sent to her because even if she didn't want to be there, we still wanted her to be part of the whole thing. Our parents weren't left out, either. We visited my dad and his wife, had a late lunch with them and hung out for a while. I was going to stay there while the others went on to visit mom, but they weren't having any of that. It's fucking Christmas, they said. So I caved, like I always do, and we visited her too. It was awkward and uncomfortable for me and I bailed out as soon as I could, but at least no one can say I didn't try.
Overall, I had a really great day. Sure there was some arguing and the whole mom thing but other than that, it was perfect. I didn't realize how much I've missed having a Christmas like that until I was there in the moment again. I can't even remember the last time we all spent the holidays together, but I hope from now on, we don't miss any more. I know I'll be doing everything in my power to make sure that doesn't happen.
This morning, Jesse and I went out to breakfast and I almost made myself sick on orgasmic pancakes and bacon. Really, I ate so much that I haven't been hungry for the rest of the day and only now do I feel like I could eat again. That has nothing to do with the rest of this post but I still felt like throwing it out there. Really good pancakes have that affect on me or something.