Eugh. I slept on the sofa again last night. Dave was snoring (even more so than usual because he went out drinking last night and left my boys to babysit me). It was cold. And cramped. I’ve woken up with a stiff neck, stiff back and the temper from hell. We were supposed to be putting our tree up today, but the way I’m feeling, the tree will be going up alright – right up Dave’s ass.
I’m not feeling Christmas this year. Usually I’m really excited and dying to put the decorations up and play Christmas music and go Christmas shopping, but I do believe that this year I have turned into Ebenezer Scrooge. I think it’s lack of sleep. No matter how many days holiday I book off work, I still seem to feel constantly burnt out.
Christmas is a stressful at time at best isn’t it? I’m so worried. We’ve struggled with money this year so I haven’t really had the extra cash to put to one side to save up for presents and now it’s creeping up on me and I’ve bought very little. It’s so expensive and I’ve so many people to buy for. I’ve been losing a lot of sleep over it. The stress has caused the meaning of Christmas to become a bit obsolete for me to be honest. I can’t wait for it to be over, and that makes me really sad because I used to adore this time of year.
I’ve spent a lot of my time playing Red Dead Redemption with my best mate Z and Fallout 76 with my bois Nova and Noodle. I’ve had fun.
It’s so cold outside that I made a cuppa. Then surfed Instagram and saw my neighbour put a picture up of a cake and a cuppa. Now I feel like my tea isn’t going to be the same because of lack of cake.
And I’m rambling. I should go.