this morning #894.

this morning, it was officially the beginning of bitching season. with a constant current of friends & family flowing through our home from today until the end of the year, it’s time for my husband to unpack his annual holiday gripes & sprinkle them throughout the house for me to clean up later. his older brother is bound to be drunk. his brother’s boy is more of a girl. the city doesn’t plow enough. our street has too few places to park. our son booked a redeye flight home for christmas & expects us to pick him up. in the interest of balancing things out, i’m going to try to be as cheerful as i can for the next thirty-eight days but next year can’t come soon enough.