I thought we had an agreement. I was looking forward to you, to the holidays, and I assumed you’d do your best to be pleasant in return. So what happened?
I had a post planned about how putting up our Christmas tree and the days since have been an ordeal what with the younger kids treating it as their own personal jungle gym. But then I took a self-imposed mini-break from the internet. Did you miss me? In that time, we’ve had our first significant snowfall, froze my butt off, and finished the majority of the kids’ gift buying.
Then, our car was broken into right in our own driveway. They tried to steal it, but luckily couldn’t. Dumbasses. Instead, they grabbed everything they could find.
Guess where the kids’ Christmas presents were hiding.
Go ahead, guess!
If you said the trunk, you get a cookie. Which is about all I’ll now be able to afford. They also ran off with my husband’s iPhone and Apple laptop and while not having the iPhone is an inconvenience, the presents are just infuriating. What kind of lowlife scum steals children’s Christmas presents?
I know it’s silly to blame a month, but I had high hopes for us, December. There’s a lot I like about you. I thought you liked me. I don’t understand why you’ve been so unkind. I think it’s time for an apology, don’t you? I’ll be waiting for you to make it up to me.