How It Really GoesDecember 23, 2010 at 3:20 PM | Posted in Journal | Leave a comment
Tags: family, friends, holidays
Well, we usually get some Halloween decorations up. Carving pumpkins is just messy, honestly.
We used to have a tradition–for three or four years, anyway–of going to Six Flags for their Fright Fest in October, sponsored through work so it was cheaper. Really, though, I feel like I’m getting to old to ride some of the rides…
We never have made it to the apple orchard. I wonder why.
We get the Candy, but I haven’t been home to hand it out. I’m usually working my second job, delivering pizza, and these holidays that everyone gets to enjoy I just can’t take off for. Halloween is one of the busiest nights of the year. I’m working.
This year, Kim was just out of the hospital, so no decorations. Just barely had candy, and I worked.
Thanksgiving usually goes okay. If I can’t get my daughter the night before, I’ve picked her up early that morning. Last year Mike took some of his kids, so we all went together, and Miranda rode back with them. The food thing works out okay–but this year, I was in the middle of a construction project (Hell, I still am) so we decided to go out to eat. Everyone seemed to like the food–but I really didn’t. I did not have a good Thanksgiving.
Besides that, we thought there was going to be a snow and ice storm, and so we cancelled going to the parade. Miranda was disappointed, and I was too. We never got the ice–
But it did rain all day. No, I don’t want to stand and watch a parade in the cold rain.
Usually we get some decorations up, but we decided not to this year because of the construction. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking. I do take Miranda shopping and get something for her mom and her brother. And I do usually get something for Kim, even though we didn’t–
I did the gift exchange this year, badly. And I didn’t bring any food in. No Christmas parties this year. Usually not. But we did have a funeral, and I did make a lot of trips to the hospital. Does that count?
We usually do find a way to meet up with my brother’s family, but I’m not sure about this year. Not with Kim in a wheelchair. I wanted to see other friends, too–
I did get to go to Miranda’s Choir Recital. I wish Kim could go to those, but the ex wife is a bit of a bitch about that. This town ain’t big enough–
This damn job is pissing me off. I have to work Christmas Eve and the day after Christmas. When and how am I supposed to have any holiday time? When? I’m going to go see my kids the day after Christmas anyway, and then come back and go to work.
New Years’ Eve I work–I usually have. I’ve been off for just a few, and they’ve been nice. In a way it sucks even more to know what I’m missing, versus my younger years when I always worked and remained oblivious.
I like New Year’s Day, or I used to. I would be off, I could sleep late, have no real agenda, get up and eat some leftovers, have a drink, watch a movie–probably not even get completely dressed that day. It was a good day.
I like the idea of Kim’s party, though. I just hope I get to go. I asked off for it–we’ll see if that happens.
This year we had special circumstances that got in the way of the holidays–namely Kim’s four trips to the hospital in as many months. But I still feel that if I wasn’t working a second job, I could have–we could have–had some holiday enjoyment.
This is not a resolution, this is just something I’m contemplating. I wonder if I can make enough and save enough throughout the year that come the middle of October I can take a leave of absense from the delivery job for about 11 or 12 weeks–and then come back in January. I need to figure out how much money I would need, and how much to save, and how it would go when I got close to my goal–
I would take my vacation from my day job as well, in October. So I can enjoy the weather. I could be off on the nights and the weekends, and see people, and shop, and go to parties, and have parties, and make food, and visit, and make with all the traditions–
I think this is one of my traditions, actually, where I bitch about not being able to participate in any of the traditions.