Let’s see… Tuesday the 22nd was my brother’s birthday. I bought dinner for him that night as well as for my parents. The total wasn’t that bad. I don’t remember Wednesday at all. Thursday was Christmas Eve. Dad got to take off at noon that day. We went to the grocery store and got some things needed for Christmas dinner and dad bought a gift for my eldest brother.
Christmas day both my parents were home. It felt like a Sunday to me. My parents went to church and then the rest of the day was just piddling around. The only difference from it and a weekend day was that Christmas music was playing and dinner was being prepared.
Things changed around four when the cooking was finishing up though. The only ones here on Christmas was my parents, my brother and me. My eldest brother couldn’t make it. My sister was supposed to come on Christmas Eve, but she wound up getting sick and also had to work on Christmas.
Well, what family was here ate turkey, ham, corn, mashed potatoes, rolls, some sort of sweet potato recipe and cranberry sauce. I just ate the carbohydrates minus the sweet potatoes. After that the dogs got some turkey and so did the cats. I let my cat also have some ham.
Well, I worked on cleaning the dishes after that while the others put away food. When such was accomplished we decided to open presents. So we all gathered round and my brother was the sorted as usual… unless of course my dad decides to do it.
My dad got some rewrapped gifts. One was a speaker my mom bought for herself one year. The other was a Zune player he got for her last Christmas. Yes, we are poor. From my brother he got a set of pajamas and from me he got a little truck that was themed with black lab retrievers.
Mom meanwhile got a gift for a friend. It was of an angel. She then opened my present, which was a cardinal-themed music box. After that was her present from Dad, which was a pendant from James Avery. Her ultimate gift was the computer dad and I bought. She felt bad for giving Dad recycled gifts and burst out crying over the fact that we got it for her when money has been so tight this year. It was all good though.
My brother Travis got two gifts. I got him a razor/mustache trimmer and that is what he wanted. Mom put a small note i a box that said she’d get him two pairs of jeans. Such is necessary since shopping for him requires him to be there to get the right size.
As for me, I got a blanket to put on my bed and a hoodie that I asked for birthday-wise.
Well, after all that my brother and father worked on setting up Mom’s new laptop. I watched some, fiddled on my own computer some and watched TV during this. Mom got the sewing room ready so she could keep the computer I there.
Dad went to bed around eight. My brother finished up perfecting Mom’s computer around nine and left after that. Mom fiddled with her computer and I went to bed in between the time my brother left and she went to bed. Such was again around nine.
Saturday… It was pretty normal only I didn’t have to get up to get groceries with my dad. I was dead to the world until around noon. Yes, I was that tired.
Anyway, at one or so my eldest brother his girlfriend and her parents were supposed to come down to celebrate Christmas since they couldn’t come the day before. Throughout the week we had been cleaning up the place more than usual and my mom was getting some anxiety attacks. Earlier this month she got a prescription from her doctor for anti-anxiety pills to help her out these past months.
Well, in the end my brother and his girlfriend didn’t bring her parents. They brought her sister and a mutual friend. I didn’t socialize much this time around and often hid out in my room. There wasn’t much space for everyone to be together in the same room anyway.
My brother got us gifts. He gave my mom a book, my dad and CD and my brother a DVD of music. For me he got a book. It is the graphic novel version of Neverwhere. That was cool. I hope to read it at some point when I have the energy and will for it. Yeah, I’m tired.
Anyway, we ate a late lunch around one-thirty or two. Rice from the box had been cooked – Spanish flavor – and my parents had ordered tamales and enchiladas earlier. With chips and dips for appetizers, we all ate a pretty good meal. Since there wasn’t enough room at the dining room table, my brother and I volunteered to eat elsewhere. I had cheese enchiladas and rice. It was good.
After that I got to cleaning the dishes and the others gathered in the living room to talk and such. when done cleaning I sat in there with them for a while, but soon enough retreated to my room. The time I came out our guests had just left. There were more dishes for me, so I tackled them. My eldest brother did forget to give my parents something though, so when he dropped by briefly I hugged him goodbye. Then I finished the dishes.
I don’t really remember the rest of the night after that. I think i went to bed around twelve though…
Sunday, my dad woke me up at eight-thirty. Today we’d be doing out grocery shopping. Well, I got up, took a shower and ate breakfast. When that was done we left.
The list was shorter than usual, to my great relief. So, we got the things on Mom’s list. My dad apparently had another list as well… he was going to make a meat pie. I lack interest in that.
Well, we finished shopping, went to the checkout line and waited for things to be rung up. I saw a Salvation Army donation stub, so I added three dollars to that. I’m a sucker for the SA.
I was pretty out of it during the whole expedition because I usually require two more hours of sleep than what I got. I think when I sleep my mind goes into over drive – hence all my dreams. So, when I sleep it brings up millions of dreams to get rid of all the crap from the day before. So, when I haven’t had enough sleep, it means my mind still needs to get rid of subconscious crap. Therefore, when putting up groceries came to an end… I collapsed and slept.
I woke again around one, played on the computer and did some chores. My dad helped me make some fries via the oven. I ate that and just fiddled the rest of the day.
Anyway, I’m still out of it, so I am ending this here. Sigh, holidays drain me… Whoo.