holiday shuffle

For the last two years, I have hosted a Christmas party for the staff at work. I make the turkey, the dressing and potatoes, everyone brings something and we exchange gifts via Chinese Christmas style.

It has always been fun, and something I love doing. When I was a stay at home Mom, we were always having parties, cook outs, game days, etc. When I went back to work, those events were limited at best.

This year, I made up the flyer and planned on having it at my house again, pre divorce talk. I thought about going ahead and having it at my house, but then rethought that.

If a pool ball got dropped, I would hear about it, if there was a speck of gravy in the sink, I would hear about it, nope, not at my house.

I talked with Jeff, his house isn't big enough to host 30 people, so I thought again about moving it back to my house. Nope, I just can't bring myself to do it.

In comes Dan, my fellow Broadway whore and damn near favorite employee. His apartment complex has a big clubhouse, pool table and pseudo movie theatre. Almost like my house! A simple phone call and it's ours.

Today I will be cooking for the party on Sunday.

Yesterday I bought the girls their present. I'm still not convinced this blog is as private as I would like it to be, so I will wait on writing what I bought them, or what Larry has gotten. (hero factor hard at work)

I stopped by the house on Sunday to get a few more things. There is a closet upstairs that is filled top to bottom, front to back and left to right of Christmas decor. When I worked at Kirklands with my 40% discount, I bought a ton of Christmas stuff. I wanted to bring some of it over here, knowing Larry will not decorate.

The closet is so full, I can't get to what I want without pulling everything out.

Larry was there, semi arguing with me about what I was taking, then telling me more about why he gripes about money, blah, blah, blah. He said all the sudden it's about money. No, it's not. It's just one more symptom of a bigger problem.

I asked him, why are you even arguing with me about this? It's over, done, finished. Why are we even bothering? I ended up walking out, not being able to stand it there any longer.

While I am mourning the loss of a marriage, I am celebrating a life of independence. It's all brand new again, and I can't wait.