Merry Christmas

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Usually, I take the whole Christmas week off. This year, I’m taking the week after. I have little to do before, these days. Hell, it wasn’t until last weekend that my kids had any sort of gameplan going.

Until I met the Girl, I spent Christmas eve alone more often than not. That started before the divorce, BTW. I’m used to it now. It was a bummer then and it left a mark. Christmas eve puts me in a funk ever since. My entire family gets together, except me. I’m never invited. Hell, I’m surprised I’ll see them today.

I’m stoic about these things. I’ll post if I’m invited. I will never invite myself.

I spent Christmas eve working, and dealing with my busted washer. It blew a drain pump. So I had to drain it and drag it outside so the water that was left could drain. I took off the pump to see what was up. A busted shaft is what’s up. So I ordered a new one. It’ll be here Monday. After that nonsense, I went over and spent the evening with my Girl. She’s not over the top for the holiday. But it’s important to me. So she still gets a gift. Even though she already got hers earlier (tires for her car), I still got her something nice. She’s an amazing woman and deserves it.

Today, I need to be up at the usual time, get the dogs fed and walked. Head to mass, where I have to usher. Get back, pack up, and head out so I can get to the daughter’s and start cooking. I’ll be doing ribeye roast and taters. The rest is up to others.

So Merry Christmas to all!

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    1. It’s not so weird when you realize it started simply by an older woman putting everything in the world before her husband. Christmas eve, though, not Christmas day.

      Two years before Herself filed, they all spent Christmas eve night at my oldest’s. In millennial fashion, she sent a text – hey, everyone’s hanging out here for the night. Then, the next year, same thing as I recall. It was last year before I said anything to the kid about it. She complained that I was invited too. What she doesn’t realize is that I really wasn’t. I wasn’t asked if I wanted to go, or to please come with me it’ll be fun. It was “I’m going”. And so it began. Here’s the side they didn’t understand – You can’t send a text a week or so before and offer to spend the night. We had three dogs and a cat at the time. They have to be fed, walked, and otherwise dealt with every morning. Boarding and pet sitting fill up starting the end of November. Even if I could’ve boarded them, that would’ve been $300 or so, for that one night where I get to sleep on the floor. My dogs aren’t welcome at her place.

      At the time, I think they were like 30 miles away. It’s a tough, high traffic drive to a poorly connected millennial paradise of a town. So I’d have to wake up early, drive all the way back, feed and walk the dogs, then return and miss all the excitement anyway. Guaranteed at the time I’d be hungover sick for it as well.

      So that’s sort of the tradition now. They were all there Christmas eve. I didn’t get so much as a text, not even when my youngest landed the day before. The year Herself filed, We had a later dinner at my son’s. Last year, I was invited on the 26th. So this year to go up Christmas day was a treat of sorts. But in reality, Christmas there was had twice before – Christmas eve, then in the morning. By the time I got here, the grandkids were over it, tired, and brittle.

      A month ago I was up there and spent an afternoon with them. My son-in-law said they miss me being around. I told him to just invite me, I’d come up. I’ll never invite myself. That’s not part of my DNA. They don’t do it on purpose (except Herself), they simply don’t think that way. 180 degrees different than me and my siblings.

      I’m over it all, TBH. So it bothers me that my mood darkens as Christmas eve approaches. I’m more bothered by being bothered when I shouldn’t be.

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      4. She was crabby here and there. We were having problems. The weekend she sprung the trap, she filed earlier in the week. Friday the court processed it. Saturday she came home as I finished mowing and said she was going to do that. Sunday I come back, her and her stuff were gone. Keep in mind, she is (was) a devout catholic. Doing that is a grave mortal sin. A no-no. How she reconciled that would be fascinating to hear. She never once mentioned separating or divorce. Had she done that or gone to one of the priests, things would’ve been different.

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  3. Hope your Holiday was nice, fulfilling and peaceful. Ours was quiet for the most part. Herself has been extremely ill and just began _some_ form of recovery on Christmas Eve following a new med.

    Be well, and let’s look forward to a New Year!

    Give the Woofers a pat on the head, butt scratches (Retrievers, yes) and belly rubs from me.

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