I have been dreading this day for a week. I try not to think about it before Christmas, but once the last guest goes home on Christmas night, I turn morbid.
It happens every year. This year, it only took mere moments after for me to snap off Taj’s head for the stupidest thing. In under an hour I was a mess of tears, apologizing for being a bitch and explaining my mind set.
I thought maybe I could take some time from work and go away for a few days. But this is a really busy time and I am supposed to baby sit the grand twins tomorrow night. So I am stuck at home.
I couldn’t bring myself to go to the casino alone this year, so here I sit. In front of my tv, in front of my computer. Trying desperately to breathe. Why can’t I breathe?
I miss you mommy.