Warning Warning Warning
Every holiday season I go a little nutty or maybe even psycho in extreme cases.
It’s still early in the holiday season I have already lashed out at several people. So I need to put out an extreme psycho warning for all members of my family:
WARNING: If you are a family member and not my beautiful, perfect wife or one of my beautiful, perfect children you are not safe from me until the first week of January 2004. This also includes anyone descended from Norse gods as I am.
It all started with a Thanksgiving pot luck at work. A co-worker came around to find out what I was going to bring to work for the potluck that day, and I exploded. I apologized later, so it’s all jake. My brain was briefly short-circuited by work touching Thanksgiving. Apparently, I have some unresolved issues.
Then I received an email from a family member that made me so mad I felt light-headed and my palms started to tingle. Going to work and having money in the bank makes me feel safe. Pondering some childhood memories does not.
Maybe it’s the stress of preparing for the move or maybe it has something to do with it being the first holiday season with my son, but I have been a little on edge lately. That’s all I wanted to say.