The past few days have been emotionally draining for me. no details, but Terry and I have to go through it every few years just to be reminded exactly how much we really do love each other. See, me being fairly thick (ok you know that song “Thick as a Brick” might be about drug culture but it could equally apply to my ability to relate to people I am close to) and Terry being very intuitive makes for…well…interesting times.
The good news is, through all of it we still love each other to distraction and the whole idea is to work through the issues, get them out on the table and exorcised. Which we did.
And now I’m all sore. Emotional upheaval gives me a hangover extraordinaire. Like, joints aching, whinewhinewhine O poor babeeee.
And now we’re all ready for Christmas, to get through the holidays without anyone holding back anything only Terry wants me to make a Christmas list which he’s been after this since August and I have NO idea what to put on it! Some black socks? I always like those. Maybe a new apron? Oh heck I don’t know. I want my kids over for the day, good food set out, and some laughs, that’s really it.
And that wonderful comfortable feeling of knowing our philosophical game of Whack-a-Mole has been won. Maybe I should turn in the string of tickets I got from playing it and get a cheap trinket Made in China.