It's Christmas and I am home alone. Why? Because my husband is in Kuwait, defending our freedom - or something like that. As much as I support my husband and all he does, I can't help but feel a little bitter about the fact that the military always finds a way to ruin holidays and special events for me. Not only is he on the other side of the planet, but he is also in the field and can not even call home on Christmas. Thaaaaaaat's nice. Anyway, it is the cherry that tops the week from hell. This past week has been incredibly emotionally draining - my mind has been running a hundred miles an hour and not in a constructive direction. I won't go into details, but I am ready for the calm, collected Lisa to come back from wherever she went. I need her so I can focus and get everything done at work and home before I head out to California to pick Brent up.
On the up side, I did get to spend a nice day with my family. Everyone behaved and had a good time together, lunch was fan-freaking-tastic. Brent has a bunch of gifts to open when he gets home; I plan on leaving the Christmas stuff up until then, which means 2 more weeks of Christmas for me. At least I don't have the lights up on the outside of the house... the neighbors would hate me and the HOA would hang me from the basketball hoop in the community park if I left them up any later than New Years Day.
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