Thanksgiving Day

Well, here I sit. In my soft warm robe. Feet freshly exfoliated and moisturized, wrapped in warm socks. Face freshly masked and moisturized. In a completely quiet house at 2 pm on Thanksgiving. Jealous yet? Don't be!

Aidan was up all night throwing up. Very painful dry heaves every hour until 6 am. He is blissfully asleep now, after a very uncomfortable night. So, here I am alone with my thoughts this holiday--Oh Joy! Sage is hating us in Grapevine, Mary & Gary are torturing Slaton by phone, threatening lawsuits, texting Nathalia trying to break them up, etc. Yes, Mary and her hubby have no life and she is still fixated on ruining Jeremy's life no matter what. She is a sad old bat! Slaton is at his girlfriends House, Alek and Jerm are at his Grandma Tana's, which I was looking forward to this year. We haven't been in a while. I love his grandparents, they are fun to talk with and listen to.

Last year was the first year in my life I haven't looked forward to the holidays. I think I was disillusioned with a lot in my family, and I just couldn't ignore it anymore. It was very hard for me to let myself acknowledge a lot of things to myself--make sense? I had always felt so happy and blessed with so much family to be around and keep special traditions.

This holiday season is a little better, because I have just come to accept it. That's how things are and I was fooling myself to feel otherwise. I love my parents, and they gave me such a great childhood, and have been so giving my whole life. I love my brothers, too. I just have to accept how things are and deal. Which is getting easier this year. I just pull my boys in closer and thank God every day for them, and know how blessed I am no matter what and concentrate on making their holidays great. I want to give them the home and holiday memories and traditions that I had. It makes up so much of who I am. I am so glad Slaton is home, as are the boys and Jerm, of course. I want to see Slaton thrive here in Amarillo and be happy.

I'll quite blathering now. I think I hear a little blondie boy stirring down stairs! I am sure more random thoughts will come into words today, since I have no other distractions. I do feel better right now after writing, though. It is a bit therapeutic.