I’m still suffering from the tramadol withdrawal. Which sucks. MrH is looking after me, as is our youngest B. Our eldest S didn’t come home, he went to stay with friends.
We don’t really make a huge fuss at Christmas we never have. I’m not a fan of commercialisation and the oneupmanship that occurs this time of year. We’ve always had a simple budget for Christmas presents for the boys [£100 each] and at birthdays they get £50. In our opinion it’s enough.
There have been occasions when they have had larger gifts… an Xbox or a computer. These have always been combination gifts and only when we could afford it.
MrH and I have never really exchanged gifts until the last few years.
But now we’re chilling watching TV. The turkey is cooking and we’ll eat around 5:30pm as usual.
I’ve just been for a shower and washed my hair. I feel a little brighter for it. I just wish I could get rid of this nausea!!!!! I hate feeling sickly. 🙁
Every time MrH takes the turkey out of the oven to baste it, both cats go running to the kitchen. I can almost hear them thinking “drop it….. drop it…..”
I’ve no doubt that when I’m eating it I will have 2 friends…
MrH keeps asking me if there’s anything I need…. other than a good seeing to. Naturally I replied I always want that.
His response surprised me…
“Ahh if it’s just a want perhaps I’ll make you wait longer.”
My eyes must have widened in surprise. And I asked, “until when?”
“Until it’s a need, Sweetgirl,” he replied.
I have assured him I was downplaying it. I I soooooo need it!!!!!
Turkey image from the food network.