The night was short but so is my temper this morning.
And then some.
Son#2 is a tough cookie and enjoys squealing like a slaughtered pig (I kid you not).
I lay awake worrying about my blood tests and the husband's and Son#2's conflict.
My thoughts are dark today, and that's okay.
We'll put up the Christmas tree with the boys later.
I made wreaths last night and Son#2 hung them up everywhere.
Another Christmas without my dad.
We miss him horribly, terribly so.
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