Ok, I was having a conversation with my mum last night about all these family news letters that get posted out with Christmas cards sometimes. My family has been in receipt of one every year for years from an old friend of my parents. We always made a bit of a joke about it, as in, why not send out our own family letter detailing all the rubbish that has happened to us over the past year. This year I actually decided to do it. Kind of. As in, I haven’t posted it out, and I’m not going to detail things that people in my family would rather I didn’t disclose online. So here it is. Oh, and merry Christmas by the way.
So, this year as a single mum I have actually been feeling pretty lonely and rubbish actually. I may have had a more positive start to my year on account of having been invited round to my parents’ so I wasn’t spending it alone, but still, I was lacking a group of friends to celebrate with. No man either. And as my parents both hate New Year like me, it wasn’t the most upbeat affair. The Child isn’t fun in winter either, so I was still dealing with the ‘it’s cold’ behaviour problems until spring as well. And what happened in spring? Well, an old friend decided to get in touch. Though The Situation didn’t kick off that early, I guess the seeds may have been sown then. Damned Facebook. And then I had to cope with The Child starting school and all the palaver that caused. It wouldn’t have been a problem if The Ex and The Family were normal. Of course, things weren’t coordinated particularly well with them. At least I wasn’t expected to do anything for Matriarch’s birthday. But we did have an earlier in the year argument over whether or not she should cut The Child off altogether. She offered this in response to my having a go over how little effort she made to see The Child. Hmm. Slight communication error there perhaps I think.
There were some other family traumas I won’t go into, but they weren’t fun, believe me. In short, summer was great fun for some. And then in August/September The Situation kicked off. Only I could get embroiled in some sort of virtual affair thing with a married man without realising. How naive am I? Seriously? Damned Facebook.
So, The Child’s birthday in late autumn and Christmas combine to ensure myself and my family are all bankrupt by the New Year. I made some excellent planning there. But it could have been worse. The Child was due at Christmas. Thankfully I got a potentially life threatening complication in pregnancy and had to be induced ages before my due date. So, this time of year holds some truly magical memories.
The Child’s tiptoeing might not be a problem after all, of course, her feet turning inwards is another matter. She might just have the same problem as my younger sister developing there. Dislocation of hips and/or knees could be expected in the future. Joy. There is of course a recurrence of the winter ‘it’s cold’ troubles as well. A truly wonderful time for us all.
Matriarch and The Family decided to turn up at The Ex’s on Christmas Eve after all. I think we’d all have had a lot more fun if they hadn’t bothered. Matriarch in particular. She spent the whole afternoon looking thoroughly bored and unimpressed. She ignored The Child, but I’m pleased to say The Child ignored her too. Maybe next year she won’t bother. I can live in hope.
Also there is the ongoing saga of The Ex and Bakery Girl. Will they get together or won’t they? For my sake I hope they do. I don’t want to face The Ex’s wrath should he be turned down there. Eek.
So, a child with various possible future health problems, a virtual kind of affair, being broke, The Family, and I won’t bore you with the details of how various changes the government are wanting to bring about will affect The Child and me, all make for a wonderful year. Can’t wait for the next one. And I hope everyone has had a magical (and other nauseating terms) a year as me.
Merry Christmas and happy New Year to all. And this is only a joke. Yes there’s been a lot of crap this year, but some of it was good too. I still hope next year’s better though. But I’m sure most people feel that way. And our year could have been one heck of a lot worse. We are of course very fortunate to be where we are right now. We might not be here this time next year though. But I wouldn’t be me if I failed to end on a somewhat negative note.
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