Wake Me When It's Over

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!

I may have already mentioned Christmas can be a bit of a rough time for me, so I am counting down the hours until today is over and life can get back to normal.

I am currently holed up in a skanky motel near the country town both my mum and dad live. My mum and gran were supposed to come to my place for Christmas lunch and then my gran was too sick to travel from her nursing home and my mum rang me last night (Christmas Eve) and said she was sick too and couldn't drive down to my place either. So I was kind of screwed because my dad and step-mum have plans with her family all day and both my brothers live overseas. I don't drive, so I tried to book a train ticket home and they were all sold out, so AJ took pity on me and said he'd drive me home that night on his way back to his family home (not that it is on the way). So we hastily packed some bags and set off at midnight after I frantically found the one motel that (very reluctantly) would allow me to check-in in the middle of the night.

The hotel boasts having a pool, so I thought it might be nice to take my big thick chick lit down and sit by the pool in the sun for the afternoon. I went down to the pool, which is located in the car park, and sat down for 2 minutes and watched the rubbish float in the water and then decided that my room was the best option.

Of course there is nothing to eat here and in my haste I only packed a packet of rice cakes. Mmmm, rice cakes for Christmas lunch... well I shouldn't knock it because I was hungry enough to eat the whole pack! Stupidly I decided not to pack any wine, I honestly have no idea what I was thinking, I had my hand on the bottle and I put in down. I just don't know what was going through my mind. Oh the regret...

So my dad and step mum will stop by my motel this afternoon in between their lunch and dinner plans and they seem really annoyed at me because I said I didn't want to go to my step-mum's family dinner with them. I barely know her family (though they seem nice) and everytime I see them they seem quite awkward about my existence, my step-mum is not much older than me and her family are a bit uncomfortable that my dad has grown kids. Plus, last time I saw them I was drunk and kept saying 'cunt' which they apparently found not too pleasant, especially around their grandson...

After my dad and step-mum leave, I am going to visit my mum and order a pizza for dinner- thank christ for pizza hut. She won't be eating because she managed to catch dysentery from an outbreak at my gran's nursing home last week. I thought briefly yesterday that I may have caught it too, but I realised that I was just sick from the amount of chocolate truffles I had eaten. AJ diagnosed me with a case of 'cream-stro' (ie. creamy food induced gastro). I am hopeful mum may have an old bottle of cooking sherry or something I can take back to my hotel room to drink tonight.

Don't worry, I am managing to laugh right now and not cry. There may be tears if I can't get my hands on any alcohol though, even I have my limits.

***UPDATE*** Crisis averted, mum had two bottles of red wine for me. Christmas is no time to be sober.