So, we’re that much closer to the
big Winter holidays. And the main things
on my mind? Keeping the little guys out
of the tree, the dog in the house, and how to get D’s care package to him on
time. And cookies. Can’t forget to make sugar cookies. Or just pick up some of the dough in a tube
and make the cookies that way, ha ha.
The only kid that still has to do
shopping is Beckie. Uncle Squishy is
going to help out this that, I think.
One of the purely suckish things about being the only parent and main
driver for the kids right now is that I always know what’s going to be under
the tree or inside the wrapping paper. I
miss good surprises. I’ve had my fill of
yucky ones…
Positive point for me today,
besides 2 weeks off from class? All the
utilities got paid. Yup. Everything’s had money thrown at it,
including the car payment. Thanks to the
charity of others, my kids have stuff to go under the tree and we’ll have a
family to eat with on Christmas.
My meds are all screwy, but I
feel better than I have (except for sleeping too much once I do fall asleep) in
a long time. I see the doc later this
month, so maybe a lower dose? After the
beginning of the year, it’s back to the gym.
Honest. I’ve got a whole list of
goals for the New Year… Hopefully I will
meet more of them than I did last year.
Come to find out, not only did D
not have the money to come home, he was too slow in trying to get leave. So it’s another Yule without him. At least it’s the last one without him for a
while. Yeah, I’m missing him. Can’t find the camera, but there’s one on my
phone… And M still thinks that she’s a
nudist.
Oh? You didn’t know? Yeah; my three year old is convinced that
clothing is only for outside the house.
Once we get home, the most she’ll leave on is a shirt, and that’s only
if we’re all very lucky. I’m not too
freaked out about it, cause it makes it easier for her to make it to her potty,
but it’s kinda weird having a nude toddler roaming the house in the middle of
winter.
And the biggest change facing us
once D’s home? We’re moving. Yup.
Getting out of the pit that is Southern Nevada, going to literal greener
pastures. D’s gonna go to school, I’m
getting a job (I hope, please, Please, PLEASE, Whoever is listening, let me get
a job…) and we’re FINALLY leaving the desert.
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