It suddenly dawned upon me while I was on my way home from work, tomorrow is December first! It hit me like a ton of bricks. Calendars to make, gifts to buy, long hours to work, I may never get to Curves! ARGH! Someone please make December go away (but not The Moody Blues album of the same name. I like that.)!
My heart is filled with terror at the thought of the Christmas season. How am I going to get the lights put up on my house. That has always been "the estranged one's" job, but this year he cannot do it, climbing ladders is on his list of no-no's for medical reasons. Still, I suppose that I was going to have to learn hoe to do it myself eventually. There's no time like the present, I suppose.
My mind drifts to thoughts of Christmas Day. What will that man do to screw it up? He sure as heck put the screws to Thanksgiving by deciding that he didn't need to see his kids on the holiday for the first time ever. Oh, how I wish I could end this marriage now, but to do so would be financial suicide.
If I make it through this month with my sanity intact, I'll consider myself lucky.
