Thursday, December 30, 2004

Merry Everything.
(or, Christmas with the Fletchers, 2004)
Oh, the joys of single motherhood.
December Calendar...

1st through 8th - do nothing special and spend time with family, say for the fifteenth time, "...this year, I am not going to make myself crazy over the holidays...."

8th through 10th - realize that there is only approximately 15 days until Christmas, yet no shopping has been completed... but, it's really ok because, "...this year, I am not going to make myself crazy over the holidays..."

10th through 12th - go out "after hours" (you know, past bedtime) and try to shop for girls Christmas gifts... become annoyed VERY quickly with mass amounts of people shopping at the same time....

13th through 15th - breathe a sigh of Christmas relief. Complete list of gifts for girls narrowed down, locations of gifts found, all withing reasonable single mom budget. Praise self for being organized and sensible.

16th - make detremental trip to WalMart; see many many things on the girls list; get a buggy and start shopping. Completely blow budget and list out the window.

16th through 17th - remain in denial about the mass amounts of stuff purchased.

18th - Have dinner with oldest and dearest friend. Girl talk. Therapy. Realize how much I have missed her, and how much "history" we have.

19th - Ex husband calls, unsolicited, to say that he plans to split cost of way too many Christmas gifts with me. Self imposed guilt. Be dishonest about amount spent, and be glad for half of that. Sister and I mutually agree to exchange hugs this year for our gifts - we both blew too much $$ on other stuff. Exchange hugs.

20th through 23rd - celebrate all of my mom's holidays - birthday and anniversary. Remain in denial about number of packages to wrap. Drop girls off with Jim.

24th - Start panic mode early. Call Jim in panic mode. Tell him we can't spend the night there because of panic mode. Receive supportive phone call from Jim's mom. Calm down.

Have conversation with Jim. Realize that he didn't buy me anything for Christmas, despite my well thought out gifts for him. Hang up. Call back. Make him promise to NOT buy me anything today, in desperation. He promises.

Work from 12-6. Leave work, rush home, pack car and overnight bag. Arrive at Jim's mom's. Feed girls, bathe girls, break up small fight, tell them I hear Santa outside - put girls to bed. Realize I left all family gifts at home. Watch movie with Jim. Fall asleep on sofa.

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