“Well, I survived another Christmas.” That’s what I think as I shovel yet another 4 inches of global warming from my driveway (Third time today). The urge to get out of the house and do something is overwhelming. I always attribute it to my Groesser genes but it more than likely is to keep the thoughts quiet.
“Why didn’t I create a dll to do that task?”
“How would my life be different if I asked that girl to marry me instead of Tracy? Heck, how would my life be different if I had even asked that other girl out?”
“Do Buddhists ‘Hunger and thirst after righteousness’? Do they ever want printed copies of their scriptures? If so, does that mean they have to repent?”
“I hope Bennet doesn’t inherit the Groesser’s short legs.” See, it’s a painful place there. That’s the real reason I work, enjoy shoveling snow, mowing the lawn… less interaction with my own mind.
So, Tracy and I bought our own gifts this year. Mine was planned. I knew what I wanted. Tracy just came in one day and announced that she just bought her Christmas present. I wish other things in life were so easy. The kids did alright this year. Bennet’s eyes lit up the first time we placed a gift bag in front of him. Hayden got the “Air Hog” from his aunt Lynette. Ellie now has plenty of dolls and Madsen has a few more toy cars. Since we routinely purge toys from the mix each month or so, there should be some room.
I’m still enjoying my life. I love my job and the urge to work constantly is a steady drain on my system. I have had to knock myself out with drugs to get myself back to sleep at night. At 2am, my brain is ready to work on the unsolved issues. That is incredibly annoying. I mean, I love my job, but I also need sleep. This past week I had to contemplate taking a day off just to get a couple more hours of sleep. At 7am or so, the baby wakes up and the day has to begin.
I honestly don’t understand how Tracy does it. There must be some hormone that kicks in and keeps her from killing the children. They run her ragged. Constant demands from morning to night. She says that is the reason why she stays up late at night, just so she can be by herself. “Well, I survived another Christmas.” That's about the best I can come up with.
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