Christmas was my all time favorite holiday when my son and daughter believed in Santa Claus at the same time. Stressfully happy I called it.
But we all got older, the kids are on their own but with no children of their own. Then after their father and I divorced, Christmas suddenly became the worst time of year.
Now, both in their 40s, my son and daughter that live in other states, do their own thing during the holidays. I understand completely, but unfortunately, my depression becomes unbearable when I don’t see them.
My significant other of 17 years (I’ll call him SG for Sweet Guy) doesn’t mind spending the holidays at home alone. But, he’s a homebody anyway, so it’s not much of a stretch for him.
But, the one thing that interrupts his contentment is my blue mood.
“Why can’t I be with my kids for Christmas,” I say several times a day out loud and in my mind. “Why can’t I visit them? Why can’t they visit us?” Reasons for no kids for Christmas will become clear later in this blog.
So this year for Christmas, SG and decided to stay at a luxury hotel in Miami for 4 days. It’s only a couple hours ago from home, but it was a whole new world for us. Between the pool, the spa, the bars, and restaurants, I felt like I was on a cruise ship sailing happily away from my own angst but without the seasickness.
Four whole days of reading, walking, people watching, drinking high-calorie cocktails and even higher calorie meals. It was wonderful!!
The holidays are over (Yayyyy!!). I made it through without shedding a tear and taking long naps for days on end under a comforter.
Time to move on to my goal (not resolution) to make 2018 a Very Happy New Year.
Do you have some goals (not resolutions) for 2018? Let me know. I’m curious.