We've had a huge influx of family visiting since Thanksgiving and the distractions have been wonderful. That being said, I still have had to lug out (and face) the Christmas decor and that has been no fun. When I finally got the kids down for "quiet time" last Saturday, I was in the basement
In a big way.
I had custom stockings made for Matt and I back in '02 and coming across them literally dropped me to my knees. I could barely breathe my heart hurt so badly and I cried like a child.
It was August 12th all over again.
This grieving stuff completely sucks... however, it's a process I have no choice but to face. If not now, when? Once I regained composure and got on with the business of decking the halls it all wasn't nearly as crushing. I'm not quite done yet but should have the house all purty-like by the weekend. Normally I would be totally freaked out I'm so behind. This year, not so much.
Please don't get me wrong, I love Christmas..
Just not this one.