I have a confession. I may seem breezy and carefree and stuff. But I am not. I am a worrier. My biggest one lately has been Christmas. This is the first Christmas since the divorce and things are going to be very different. The giant moutain of presents that used to live under our tree will be much smaller at my house, and I assume at Rick's house as well. Even if we both had buckets of money, there would still be half the presents since they are now split between two houses. I realize that Christmas is not supposed to be about material things, and technically the kids will probably get the same amount of gifts as always... blah blah blah. It's easy to rationalize all that stuff as an adult. But when you are a kid who has had their entire life turned upside down over the past year because your parents couldn't make it work......... and now you come downstairs in the morning to half the pile you are used to on your most favorite day of the year.... it's gonna hurt. And if it were me... and it was me many many years ago.... I would be pissed off again at my sucky parents who ruined everything. I don't know how to fix this and make it right and that makes me sad.
So.... I am doing my best. And I am trying not to let my guilt and worry consume me. A while ago Lonnie and I were laying in bed and I was worrying and crying about something... I can't even remember what it was now.... and he delicately pointed out that my constant worrying about everything is just a manifestation of my thinking that I am omnipotent and have control over everyone and everything. ....and that is not a nice trait to have. I keep that in mind as often as I can, and am trying not to worry and just know that I am doing my best.
These photos would have been much more fun and festive if we had some snow on the ground... though that would have made the tree chopping a messier, colder endeavor, so green grass it is!

















