Christmas Blahs

Well-It’s Christmas. I’m sitting here wondering what that means. By 9am we’ve opened all our presents. My son is playing with his Leapster, my husband reading his baseball book and me left feeling depressed and icky. It’s not that I hate Christmas, it’s just that there is always something bad about it. I don’t think my hubby and I have ever had a good Christmas. Or I haven’t. His parents and I had a big falling out last year. So, I am off their list. Which is fine.

It seems that no matter how much I ask for gift certificates-I never get them. My inlawas used to give me stacks of books that I had no interest in. The cool thing about it was that I could take them to Borders and exchange them for what I wanted. A free $200 shopping trip to Borders-that’s fun.

I am getting surgery-which I really really want-so that is good. Ugh. I miss my ex BFF.

Anyone else depressed on Christmas?

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