It came to me all of a sudden this morning while drying my hair. I know why I don’t really like Christmas. It’s because of divorce. First it was my parent’s divorce, and then my divorce, and now my brother’s divorce. Now don’t get me wrong–I don’t want to be married to my ex-husband anymore. That isn’t what this is about. It’s about scheduling. Christmas is lost among figuring out who needs to be where, at what time, with which parent, or which parent’s new spouse’s family. There’s only so many days during the holiday season. How many Christmases should a kid have to participate in??
My slow descent into my own personal hell has begun. After I deliver my son to his dad on Christmas morning I will most likely return home to spend the rest of the day with my mother and brother. Then it will be onto my couch and back to back Glee DVR’s. And when I run out of those I will hope that I can watch White Christmas numerous times. It’s possible I won’t move off the couch until it’s time to go back to work.
Isn’t Christmas great?