This is PM’s first official holidays as a grown-up. I can’t say I am jumping up and down over it, but I am not about to be Scrooge either.
Everything felt, and still feels, like a blur. Most times I feel like a car door in the sense that I always go ‘wham!’. I am always beat up because of the long walks and long nights. God, this is sounding a bit depressing.I thought I said I was not about to be Scrooge.
Days before the holidays, I was so looking forward to it like a cat on morphine, but I guess it turned out not the one I expected: “all the rest” became “what rest?” Ugh… And all the things I planned to read before school starts again… I think I’m about to cry.
The good news is that PM’s extended family from half-way round the world all came home; they are the brighter side of the insane holiday season, or the reason for the mad spectacle, but in a good way. So far, we’ve had two weddings, and a million spent on toll fees. LOL.
You can say that my recent plight with insanity has gobbled me all up. I don’t even feel like myself. I hate me, or this, whatever this means, or both.
I think I still need that plastic bag.
And oh, happy holidays dears.