Yesterday Frank turned 50 so I planned and cleaned for a small family dinner against his wishes. Frank gave me grief the entire time. He didnt want a party but my in laws wld never had let me live it down if I didn’t have a celebration. Frank said my cleaning was overboard. I just responded with I think you mean to say TY. I’m married to a 50yo. Yikes that sucks!! Christmas Eve. The day my dad left us. Wrapping, cooking, making it magical for my girls. I have to find a time to see MIL before church, OLG Christmas mass at Padrottis at 4, dinner at my mom’s. Everyone holding it in the best we know how. Tomorrow is the big day. Gifts must be equal and produce wide eyes and loud thank yous!! I’m hoping I can stay home and play with all my toys in my new pjs (pjs was on my list). Then it happens... Cat turns 13 the day after Christmas. Addie has a horse riding lesson, Cat has 6pm practice and then a late dinner at Walk Ons to celebrate our teenager! Sheesh!! Friday we have two private clinics and Cat has her first vball tourny on Sat.
I just need to keep busy, so I don’t miss my dad and worry if I’m not enough. I especially will not dwell on the reality I only have five more years before Cat physically leaves me and Addie will be a teenager too! Sadness. Addie knows my pain when she said, “Momma, it’s so hard to be good this Christmas because of puberty.” Christmas is hard for us all Addie.