Here I am the day before the big holiday, and I am completely worn out to the core of my soul. I have bought all the presents I can, I have wrapped all too. Boxes, bows, tissue paper, rolls of wrapping paper, cards, and name tags. I am done. Now I just want to sit here and complain about it.
This year was pretty rocky for us. My husband was out of work for two months, my daughter had a few problems in school, and I have been working too much. We couldn’t afford to pay the gas bill so we needed to get state aide. How embarrassing that is, and not so fun I might add. You have to collect all the necessary paperwork and then find more paperwork when you have just about lost your marbles and are freezing your butt off. At the same time, the holidays are here. We were also a family in need of Christmas presents. My daughter made me a list of what she wanted and I sent it out to the office where they help families in need. Well, today we got the presents and they are great. I am so thankful that I have such a nice community to live in. It just makes me feel a little depressed.
I am trying my damn hardest to do the right thing by working hard. I am even working this Christmas just to make the mortgage payment. When my husband asked me what I wanted for Christmas I asked for a vacuum cleaner because both of the ones we have broke. I see a big box under the tree for me; I know what it is. When I asked what my husband wants for Christmas he said he wanted to feel financially safe and to not spend any money on him.
Sorry you are reading this article, thinking to yourself what a sad, selfish person I am. I feel so damn selfish and sad. There are so many people out there dying on the streets and I am complaining about broken vacuums. For everyone feeling as bad as I do, I hope this story helps you see that you are not alone.
