Unpacking/cleaning after a temporary move home is NOT fun. On the plus side (or down side if you look at my bank account) I do not have to work until Christmas morning. That sounds sad, but that means Christmas just lasts a little longer and I get to celebrate Christmas day with the fiance, too (which usually doesn’t happen). Let me explain a bit about my Christmas traditions.

Growing up, it was always the same, quick Christmas. Christmas mass on Xmas Eve around midnight and then going to Grandpa’s for snacks until we couldn’t stay awake. I would come home and forced to stay in my room while mom and dad played Santa. Wake up Christmas morning, open presents, wait til grandpa comes around 11 and open more presents and then it was done.

Since I met Dustin, Christmas has become a bit more… of a holiday. Christmas Eve is his family’s Christmas day. So, we wake up early Xmas Eve and open gifts. Have a HUGE brunch. Spend the day relaxing until a dinner and exchanging family gifts. Then he and I go to my house for the Xmas Eve mass (which neither of us attend) and then he goes to his Dad’s for Xmas day. And I spend Xmas day the same as usual.

This year I am working Xmas morning (which is nice because I will get a decent bonus). I won’t get home until 1pm and then I have to shower, etc. So, that means Xmas doesn’t start until about 2pm. Dustin should be done with his dad by then so he can be there Xmas day with me. I’m so excited for that.

I’m sorry this is so rambly…

In other news. Mom had another surgery today (for those of you who don’t know she is undergoing reconstructive surgery after a bout with the flesh eating bacteria–I kid you not). She is in quite a bit of pain and I am playing “nurse maid” as Dustin’s mom likes to call it. It’s a bit rough because she needs a lot, but I don’t mind. I just want her to feel better… you know, she’s all I got left and she’s kind of grown on me.

Anyway, I’ll be glad when this vacation from school is over and sad, too.

In other other news. I have a new pet mouse (after much coaxing from Dustin–who mostly gives in because it shuts me up). I haven’t named her yet, but she squeaks all the time and I think it is quite possibly the cutest thing I have ever witnessed in my life. I need a name, though…

Okay, enough procrastinating. Time to finish cleaning this mess of a room. I have way too much stuff.