I believe I am officially sleep walking through the day, but the Christmas tree is down (it was so dry - a spark from my temper could have set it ablaze). I dropped it off at the local tree-recycling center and should have all the needles removed from my carpet by some time in 2009. I can now move my writing chair back to the corner and return to creating stories once again.
I am looking forward to the New Year, as 2005 will go down in the books as one of the most difficult (I hate saying ‘worst’) years since my father’s death in 1978. At midnight Jan. 31st I plan to howl at the moon in rejoice for surviving it. I look forward to continuing the changes I set in place the last few months. We will have to judge where I am on March 31st, as it will mark a year writing this online diary. My how time flies…
Brian will turn 11 in 2006 and moves to 6th grade, the final year before “teenage years” begin. I feel this was our last “Santa” year and am sorry to see them fade away into memories. I love playing Brian’s Santa. Christmas is wonderful when experienced through a child’s eye. It makes me want to have another baby just to start the fun all over again. (Then I think of what the first year is like and slap myself back to reality).
It would be nice to spend Christmas in Ireland next year... but unless Brian’s dad is preoccupied with a girlfriend and her family, there is no way he will agree to spend Christmas without Brian. Ironic, since the man hates the holiday. BAH HUMBUG is is mantra...why he married me, (the Christmas nut) I will never know.
Time for this nut to go put the ornaments away.
Until next time-
C