This morning I thought to myself:
As far as Christmas goes, this was a good one.
It snowed on Christmas Eve and on Christmas Day and I didn’t run out of eggnog AND I had fun with the family.
With that being said I was ready for it to be over.
Holidays are hard.
They’re hard all the way from the Prep work to cleanup day and then the guilt for having a good time, or not having enough fun or not buying the right gifts or for buying to much.
So I was at that stage- you know, if you love something set it free, blah, blah, blah… and then I remember that this weekend
And by IT I don’t mean the clown from the Stephen King story.
I’ll ‘fess up.
My reaction to that bit of news was not good.
I facepalmed myself against a wall a few times and chanted merrily to myself as I sank into an ocean of stars:
Daily Prompt: Confess