The holidays are over. Christmas Eve: Over. Christmas Day: Over. My Birthday: Over. New Year's Eve: Over. New Year's Day: Over.
I'm really glad.
It was a December to remember. Or perhaps one to forget. The month brought a lot of heartbreak and turmoil to this household. Yesterday I ripped the December page off our giant family calendar, and put it in the trash. My husband quickly removed it from the trash, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the fire. I think we were both glad to watch it burn.
It's clear changes must be made. That much has been agreed upon. Now it's a matter of deciding the best way to make them.
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