I normally *love* the holiday season. Could skip Thanksgiving, but Thanksgiving is the start of Christmas season and I'm usually in heaven. Today, I'm looking at my Christmas tree and mumbling under my breath. difficult child has been so much fun (NOT) and I'm at the end of my rope with her. easy child is being rather selfish and I'm sick to death of beating my head against the wall. My mom is making me *crazy*. The pets are under foot all. the. time. I about break my neck 10 times a day. And that's all I can say about any of that without turning this post into a novella. Bleck. Even I don't want to be around me. I'm not feeling the holiday spirit at all. And I've managed to let my mom make me feel guilty about going to my grandmother's for a couple days so now I'm not even looking forward to that. And truth be told, if I let her she'll (my grandmother) svck the life outta me, too. She's a difficult child in her own right. Seriously. Belize is looking better and better all the time.