Time for truth.
When your man’s been gone since the beginning of time, and it’s decision time about coming home or going there for Christmas, how would you handle it?
I feel like crying.
Shouting. Throwing a temper tantrum.
Saying “Fluck, fluck, fluckity fluck!” about a million times.
The rig finally got on the mountain late today…so they’re all up there, 12 degrees and wind chill feeling like -4 in Clearfield, PA, which is the closest town – can you imagine how cold it is up on that mountain? I know they have light plants, but Lord have mercy on all of them.
A decision will be made probably tomorrow as to Christmas and where our family will best be located for that holiday so we can all be together. Our sons are frustrated with the lack of decisions. Me? Don't even ask.
Meanwhile, if y’all pull another meme like you did yesterday, my pix won’t be as pretty. My hair will be flat out screaming from pulling it out in desperation!
Thanks for listening to all that crap. I feel better now.