But this was a WTF Year and I thought I was doing a good job of maintaining.
Jobs got done, everyone in family is on the mend, extended family has had some trauma but things are falling into place, outlook is good. I'm talking BIG stuff, too.
Yesterday, my friend came by to check on things. How's brother? How's mom and dad? What's happening with sister? How about brother-in-law. We were sipping tea and just talking.
She looked around the room, "Aren't you going to decorate for Christmas?"
I kind of laughed. "I haven't even done any gift shopping yet either, but I have 10 days."
She shook her head and said, "No, just seven."
"Isn't this the 15th?"
"No," she answered. "Today is the 17th! A week until Christmas!"
I started crying (WTF) and I couldn't stop! Can you believe that? Strokes, Coronary Artery Bypasses, Colon Cancer, Borderline Homelessness....big ticket items and the simple statement,
"ONE WEEK UNTIL CHRISTMAS!" drops me to my knees. I literally couldn't stop crying!
Big decision ahead of me...72 hour hold in the closest mental ward or conversion to Jehovah Witnesses who don't celebrate Christmas!!
Anyone out there know of a mental ward that serves margaritas?