Christmas is over. Thank goodness. I normally love the holiday but with finding out my IVF failed just three weeks prior, dealing with my feelings on my brother’s yet-to-be-born child–who was conceived just three months after their wedding, and a veritable explosion of pregnancy announcements on Twitter (FOUR in the week before Christmas through Christmas Day!), I had a meltdown.
I know this is a part of the grieving process, so I know it’s normal. It’s just tough, especially with a holiday that is focused on family. Huzzy also had duty Christmas Eve, so he was gone from 6 that morning through 9:30 Christmas morning.
But now that Christmas is over, I can focus on New Year’s. Finally, a holiday that can brighten my spirits. New Year’s is a holiday that is focused on leaving the old year behind (which I am glad to do), and looking forward to what the New Year will bring.
And honestly? 2013 can suck it. I’m hopeful that 2014 will be better. It has to be… right?
2014 will start out good, at least. This will be the sixth New Year’s Eve that Huzzy and I have been married. Guess how many of those we’ve been together? Yup, just two… but only if you count this year! For the first three, he was deployed (different deployments, of course). For the fourth, he had duty (so he left at 6 a.m. on the 31st and didn’t get back until mid-morning on the 1st). And last year? Last year was the first we spent together as a married couple… and I was ill. We did nothing. I’m not even sure if we stayed up until midnight.
This year, I better not be ill. This year, we are going to a comedy show that ends with a champagne toast at midnight, followed by two hours of dancing. I’m pretty sure we won’t be dancing until 2 a.m…. heck, I doubt I’ll get my husband to dance at all since I barely got him do dance at our wedding.
I’m ready to kick 2013 to the curb. Bring on 2014! Hopefully, it’s a… fruitful… year.