I\'m Summer, a mouthy, sarcastic bitch. I\'m passionate about natural birth, long term breastfeeding, and living naturally. I curse too much, love tattoos, and will some day be crushed to death by my book collection. I homeschool, dream of gardening, and swing to the left. 
Is It Over?
Merry Christmas, now leave me alone and let me sleep.
I woke up this morning with a head cold and a slight tooth ache. It’s progressed all day to a full on sickness and a throbbing painful jaw. Damn you wisdom teeth, someday the last of you will be gone!
We spent the first half of the day in a crowded house full of Dearest’s relatives that I had never met before and his grandmother who didn’t know who I was 3 minutes after introducing myself, all day long. After finally coming home and crashing for a long nap we had to pack up and go to his parent’s for their dinner and more presents. I felt like death.
Tomorrow I can hopefully sleep in. And then comes the best part of Christmas: over-analysing all the gifts to see if there’s some message. Are the several pair of pajamas implying that I’m lazy, what’s with the cheap necklace, and why did the boys get a mountain of clothes and only 1 toy each? I’m sure it all means nothing, but the insecure part of me wonders if there’s something more.
Of course tonight I’m too tired to feed my paranoia. I’m going to bed.
[tags]Christmas, presents, life[/tags]
