Happy birthday to everyone!
My Christmas was really nice. This year and the last year or two are the first times we’ve all really gotten along as a family, it seems like. There was a lot of love and caring and just really good vibes all around.
My dad got his girlfriend a picture of their two (precious, spoiled, overfed) little dogs where it looks like they’re talking to each other, and she cried because she liked it so much. She got him tickets to Earth, Wind, and Fire and had him figure it out with clues. The first clue was a bag of dirt from the front yard. My teenage sister asked if it was “the devil’s lettuce.” :D The next clue was matches and the last one was her making puffing/ blowing noises while he opened it. So I continued the drug theme and said, “oh my god, you got him cocaine???” I had just eaten a bunch of snacks and salami and the fattest, littlest of the two dogs climbed into my lap and kept licking my face.
I was nervous because I cooked instead of getting everyone presents. My grandma sometimes makes “helpful” suggestions- more out of worry or concern than actual criticism, I think. But I was soooo nervous because they were her recipes and I’ve never brought food before. She was just happy that I made them, and said they were delicious and I did a great job. She’s lost a lot of weight in a very short amount of time, and that night it sort of hit me that we may not have much time left together. I realized that over the years I haven’t given enough credit and that she loves and cares so much for everyone around her. But I’ve wasted so much time not getting along with my family in the past.
Apparently when you’re newly sober, it’s normal to have crazy mood swings and cry at the drop of a hat. I’ve been crying over everything- cute dogs, little babies, being tired and grumpy, and the other day I cried because a heron landed in front of me at the river and it was fucking magical, okay. So I totally cried in the car on the way home because my Christmas was so nice.
When I got home my roommates were there. (They’re dear friends of mine who are a couple.) His mom got a little santa suit for the cat and we put it on him. I’ve never seen such a majestically disdainful animal. He was just so disappointed in all of us. But I got him a can of fancy feast and we mixed it in with his kibbles, so all in all, everyone had a very special day.