Its been a few days, and I haven't written because I got lost in a funk. I was certain that this being the first year I didn't work holiday in retail, that I would be able to enjoy them. Not.
So the problem wasn't just the holiday crap at work, a part of it is me. There's not much I enjoy about the holidays any longer, and can probably pinpoint it to the first Christmas I was alone for the holidays.
I had separated from my husband in August (97) and my kids were going to AZ to be with their dad. So it was my first holiday alone. Growing up we had standing traditions that never changed. So on Christmas Eve I loaded packages in the car and headed over to Mom's to drop them off and head to church with them. Only I was informed that they weren't going to church, they were invited to my sister's. Ok, I said, and left.
I spent Christmas Day at the local pool hall, sipping beers and shooting pool with other folks who were alone for the holiday. I was grateful there was work the next day.
Life can become so complicated at times. My mother has no clue. So I blame it on working retail and let it go.
Bah Humbug.
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