Monday, November 19, 2012
About an hour into it, I was ready for it to be over. My mother wasn't in the best of moods, she ate enough food to MAYBE fill a mouse, then pushed it around her plate.
I have come to the conclusion that this year, I will celebrate alone. I'm dropping out of the rat race & won't feel an ounce of guilt about it. "D" has to work from 9-4, Son will eat about 3 or so, and I... well I never actually sit down to eat anyway so it doesn't matter.
And that will be the same for anything else that comes up that makes me feel uncomfortable.
"Stress is not something that gets to us because of what happens to us, it is what happens to us because we let something get to us."