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Sturm and Storm

Both my children are so tired and tense, I wonder if it wouldn't be better for each of us to spend our own Christmas alone.  Last year, trying to get together and get along, was a sh*tfest, and I know how easily things can get really ugly around here.  It would be better if we got to sleep in and take our own times with the day.

From the gifts angle, I can deliver theirs whenever it's convenient, or hold them here for pick-up.  As I say every year, I doubt they will have gotten me anything.  They never even ask what I want.  Until you read otherwise here, assume that on any gift-giving occasion, I will not receive anything.  I am ashamed to have brought up such inconsiderate people.  They are both so wonderful in so many ways, but they rarely, if ever, see beyond their own noses.  It is hurtful and disrespectful, and they are both old enough to have "grown out of it," if that were going to happen.

At any rate, I have bought myself a little something every month this year, wrapped it, and put it away, so I will have things to open Friday.  And all but one of them will be a surprise!  (I remember one thing I bought --- the rest, not so much.)

Buddy and Madeleine are "holding steady" and "doing fine," respectively.  She is pretty quiet, at least until it's time to eat.
(Obviously, it's not feeding time here.)


  1. I'm so sorry your children don't think of you. The holidays are stressful enough without adding that into the mix. I'm thinking of you.

  2. I'm so sorry to hear that--and I have noticed it with our nieces and nephews too--

  3. Well I'm glad you have bought yourself presents throughout the year - like you, most of them would be surprises for me by this point!

    I hope that, even if it's not this year, one year it will occur to them that a gift for you would be a nice idea ...

    In the meantime, know that you and your friendship is a gift to me. Kiss your critters for me, and have the best Christmas you can - enjoy it for yourself, as in the end, we are the only ones we can always count on, right? xoxoxoxoxoxo

  4. Maybe next year you could either have a little private talk with each of them or drop outrageously obvious hints.


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