merry f’ing christmas. again.

Dec 26 2010: This seems to be a new low. Christmas was really good. We were actually prepared for once and not wrapping presents at midnight Christmas Eve like usual, and we all went to bed early. We got up and had a good Christmas. The little one was happy with his gifts, the older one with hers, and even our omnipresent houseguest came down and participated rather than just executing the usual midnight fridge raid. My wife worked her butt off doing a big turkey and the rest of Christmas dinner. She really likes cooking and enjoys doing this, but got a bit stressed about the fact that the turkey took so long to cook. I don’t know why. It’s not like we were hosting a dinner party. We eat when we eat.

Sometime during the little one’s nap time the wine came out. It was there in moderation all through the evening and I was happy to see that she’d laid off late in the evening. I momentarily hoped it wouldn’t get bad. I put the little one to bed which took a long time due to him coming down with a cold and all of the Christmas excitement. When I came back downstairs after he was asleep the wine was out again. So I went to bed.

In the morning she still wasn’t there. I assumed she’d been up late and was asleep on the couch. The little one was definitely sick so we spent an hour in bed watching TV and then came downstairs — to find her sitting on the couch with a funny-colored soda at her side. This is a new one. I have never seen her sitting and drinking at 9am before, granted she’d never gone to sleep. Usually there’s a good excuse about some work emergency. The best she could muster this time was facebook hacks. Whatever.

The little one sat on the floor and eventually slumped over and went to sleep on the floor in front of the couch. This is very unusual and I was concerned. I said something about it and she said, “let him sleep”. “It’s cold,” I said. “So get him a blanket.”

I picked him up and put him in my lap where he slept for a while then suddenly threw up. He’s a barfer when he’s sick. I took him upstairs and changed him, me, and the blankets. She came running up and said, “here’s the plan…” Suddenly all take-charge. What I said was, “you should just go to bed and I’ll take him. He’s just going to be hanging out.” What I thought was, “why do you care now?”

Argument ensued. I eventually backed down as usual to keep the peace. I said, “I never know what’s up when you decide to disconnect.” What I wanted to say was, “things were going really well until you decided to spend the night drunk.”

(This is the harshest thing I have posted. I usually hold back a little but I wrote this when the blog was private and I was, obviously, feeling the hurt. After lots of consideration I have decided to post it.)

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