Post Christmas blues

Although its not really, cause christmas isn't over yet. I think I'm just exhausted. We had a lovely christmas day. Dinner went well, despite the turnips not wanting to take part and the potatoes being divas. There was a stressful few minutes but it all turned out grand in the end. We were saved by the carrots. Thank god for them. And lest I forget brussel sprouts. The sister and her man flew in on the Friday, and it was great to catch up. Mammy2 and the boyf managed to get 2 words in edgeways, and that was about it. And the mate J, who came with us out to the airport. Its tradition to drag someone along. My emotions were all over the place though, before
heading out to the airport and it wasn't PMT. I was welling up every few minutes at anything and everything. So 2 hours in bed and I felt slightly more human.

Saturday we all dropped out to the in-laws to drop off presents and have a chat. They were in great form and it was good for our side of the family to mingle with theirs. Christmas eve the usual game of Pictionary. Whereby they all are brilliant and I suck, apparently. The kid who never likes playing games, she much prefers being online to 12 people at the one time and calling anyone who comes on the telly and EMO, joined in because, "Its such a laugh watching you draw". They have difficulty with the fact that I am good at art yet suck at Pictionary. Feckers. True to form, I had comments like "What on earth is that?" And "Shelly, there is no way that's a country?"

Christmas morning, the kid nearly kills us with a hug at 7.30. She wanted us up and about and opening pressies. The kid got so much stuff. The one that got the best reaction was the Lionel Ritchie CD, yes I did say Lionel Ritchie CD. She loves his music. It doesn't sit well with the death metal stuff she usually listens to but she admits to being a fan.
Mammy2 loved her rugby book and Leinster hat, although I fear the whole book thing may backfire. Its pocket sized, so I reckon we'll be in the middle of watching a six nations game when the book re-appears and she entertains us with all the details on rugby union and its rules.

The day passed as per usual, with lots of eating, drinking and watching films. We worked our way through the Snapper, D.E.B.S and Love Actually. The kid was sniffling whilst she cut her t-shirt up. We got her a stewie t-shirt, which she modifed to make it look like a hanky with just about enough material to cover her breasts. Thank feck. The last 2 nights I have sniffled into my pillow. Anyone who knows me, knows I am not someone who cries at the drop of a hat. My emotions are all over the shop. Last night was worse, I was sobbing? Like hello, could i be more dramatic. I'm sure I could. I am a lesbian after all, its right up with herbal tea and poetry. Between a misunderstanding with a friend and the sister telling me she won't be coming home for christmas next year, I lost the plot.

Its only fair, after all she's come home for the last 3 years and she wants to spend next christmas with her boyf's family. But for me, its just upsetting I guess. Christmas is all about family for me and it will be strange if its just the 3 of us. Or maybe 4 if the ovaries are anyway obliging. Speaking of the feckers, a mate got me green tea for christmas! She's so thoughtful, I'm not a fan of it usually but there is this one blend of it that's quite nice. I shall give it a try, that coupled with less stress and more excercise and voila , pregnant in no time. If there is sperm around. Obviously. I don't think its going to happen by magic.

I think I got tired of christmas this year, I organised a few things and it just felt like no-one was bothered. I had a xmas party for the people on my website, they weren't bothered, titch drinkies went well but I felt people felt they had to attend. The best mate didn't even show up, not a phone call or a txt. I don't know, I don't know if its worth the effort any more. I could just be saying this because I'm tired and emotionally wrung out. Perhaps after a good nights sleep, I'll be counting the days until next year's christmas :)

Work is very quiet, I have loads to do but suffering from a bad dose of CBA. Fanfic is a shocking distraction. I might do most it today and then my other work for the next while. There's enough to keep me going for the next week or so. I'm looking forward to going home this evening, climbing into a hot bath and chilling. If there's room in the bath for me! I got 3 more rubber duckies for christmas and I got what as to be the smallest rubber ducky ever. And he glows in the dark! What more could you ask for from a duck?