Happy Tuesday. It’s Christmas Eve in this house, which means absolutely nothing, really. We don’t do anything special. Some years, depending on how money was, we’d open a little present before bed. This year, out of the three gifts I bought him, only one has actually arrived in time for the holiday, and he can’t open it until tomorrow.
All we’ll do tonight is make some grilled cheese sandwiches, maybe have a drink, and go to bed.
Christmas Eve used to be the bigger half of the holiday for me, with it being the one night all of my dad’s family would get together for a big dinner, and rope some uncle into dressing as Santa and passing out presents to all of us cousins. Over the years, there’s been a lot of feuding in that side of my family, and the celebration split up between a couple of different households. Even before all this… *gestures around to indicate everything* … shit happened, I hadn’t gone since highschool, aside from a random invite we got 10 years ago.
He’s only working a half shift today. He’ll be getting an Uber home, and I’ll come home to an empty sink, clean laundry, and a freshly baked cake. BossRPh has been telling patients we’re closing at 4pm, an hour earlier than we actually close, and maybe it’ll be slow enough to relax a little bit in the last hour.
I’m sorta not looking forward to going to my sister’s house tomorrow.
