I think this is me. I am just sick of the tunnel. I want out. I am going to get out. I am determined. I will never be the same, but I am going to try and embrace a little more joy this next year. Sissie and I have plans within plans'. And we can make anything fun. Our sick and twisted humor helps.
I am up and dressed in Funeral clothing. The husband of one of my ministering sisters passed right before Christmas. He had been on hospice for a long while. When I went to deliver Christmas cookies a few days before he passed, I knew he would not last until Christmas, so informed the Relief Society President who then told the Bishop. I was right as I have done way too much hospice.
So, I made homemade rolls today and I am going to serve and clean up after the funeral. We feed the family after the graveyard service. My buddy and partner in crime is down with a bug, so if she does not show up at the funeral, I will check in on her and see what she needs. Then up to Signe's, as she needs help with the aftermath of Christmas. Not sure what I am getting myself into. But I am a mother that helps. HELPS!!!!!! I will bring Kelsa home with me tonight or stay the night depending on what I find.
I have a wedding dress that I need to add sleeves to, and I need to go find white crepe. The fitting is Thursday so I will be working on that New Years Day. You all know how I love to add sleeves to a strapless dress.... Not!
Spending New Years eve with my sister's and their spouses. I am a great 5th wheel.
Christmas joys:
1. I was selected by Billie Jo for one of her Amazon gift cards. I won something. SO excited to start the year with a credit.
2. Slugs called me on Hub's birthday just when I was breaking down. I get this whiney awful singing voice with a very bad rendition of Feliz Navidad in my ear. Of course, I knew right away who it was, as no one can quite screw up a song like the Slugs. (Who in actuality has a wonderful voice). But in order to imitate well you have to be able to sing. I laughed so hard. She always makes me laugh.
3. Christmas morning, I am blue but faking it well and Sis and I open these gift bags from Slugs, full of Sluggy dropping as we call them. SO many hysterical gifts and so many laughs I forgot all about sadness. The woman just has a touch. Also, makeup, I swear I have not bought makeup for years because of that woman.
Things to be grateful for, good friends.
God is good,
Kim