With the holidays basically here because let’s face it, Halloween is a mere 2 days away and from there we’ll be jingle belling until New Years and I can’t help but ask myself and my stunning brood where is the joy? There is always a task, an errand, something stopped up, broken, or otherwise in “need” The holidays will be no different. How do we get back to happy, or hell find happy. I don’t know.
I find myself constantly and totally swirling about, in and out around and consumed by panic. I am always at a 10, I’d like to kick it down to a 5. HA! Work always goes insane this time of the year but I vow (feel free to stop on by when I’m nose diving somewhere around 12-10-10) this Christmas will be different, I’m going to not bitch (as much) I’m going to shop early (HA!) I will not grumble about all the parties and the presents and the nonsense (and there will be plenty) I’m going to not only make this a Merry Christmas. It’s gonna be a roooten’ tooooten’ Happy Christmas. Come Hell or high water.
First thing on the list to make Happy is my marriage, which is as solid as I’ve ever had in my life. I love him, I hate him, he hates me, he loves me….it’s a marriage dude. I want to somehow find a way to make it more RRRAAWWWRRR and less GEZZZZ, I want to see him as the good man he is and less of a good target. The world is not an easy place, sometimes those who share our home become the people we can yell at for all the shit the world did. That is messed up yo. I will be starting over today.
I’ve sobbbbed my last night away, I’ve yelled the last time (for a while) Life is going to get happy…even if happy is a serious problem. (book by Dennis Prager go forth and read it if you haven’t)