It's 8:00 PM on Christmas, and a sense of relief has washed over me. It's over, and I'm glad. But I wasn't always like this- when I was a kid, 8:00 on Christmas night would be filled with disappointment. Why couldn't Christmas last forever? Why couldn't it be every day? I don't know when I changed into such a grump, but it's clear that I have. And not just in regards to the holidays- in regards to life. I'm constantly trying to get things "over with." And I don't want to be that person, at least not all the time.

I found out my cousin is pregnant, nine weeks along. And what I felt upon learning this was something very akin to jealousy. I'm not sure why I'm admitting this so openly, especially when I'm not sure that it was envy, but it was a notable feeling that hit me rather powerfully, right in the gut. Actually, in all probability, it could have been gas. I've consumed a lot of food in the past two days. You know the bad thing about Italian food? Three days later, and you're hungry all over again. I saw that on an apron, and I thought it was pretty funny. So, while I'm turning into a grump with odd maternal/ digestive issues, it also appears that I'm turning into the kind of person that finds sayings on aprons humorous. That's great, just great. Somebody put me out of my misery already.