don't make me fall in love again if he won't be here next year

The other day I was in my underwear, ready for bed really, but sitting at my desk at 1 am to find a recipe for a Christmas drink. There's been a lot of late nights the past weeks, and late mornings. It's been a long time since I've had such great sleep. But it does mean I'm sometimes eating my breakfast 1 pm, which mostly happens when I'm hungover. In this case it's just the holidays. I spent my weekend watching television. Handball, and Christmas movies. Yesterday I got my sister to accompany me to the mall. My plan was to buy ingredients to the Christmas drink, and also for baking. After a swift trip to the post office, we walked home with heavy bags. My hands have seen better days. However, I baked banana bread for the first time. And it was surprisingly successful! I even made food whilst I was baking, which is double trouble. What wasn't successful, was the fact that when Monchita and I were leaving the house, we managed to lock our mum out. "This is the second time you've done it!" she told me. Then she went on about a time when I was a youngster. Thing is, my brother had come home an hour after we'd left. But my mum didn't notice, so she sat in the shed for two hours, waiting. "What kind of family is this," Lynx wrote in our sibling-Facebook chat. Volla sent me a text yesterday morning: "can you travel that weekend?" in which I answered "yes". Hours later, when Monchita and I were back from the mall, she called. "Are you bringing a luggage or not?". At this moment I was still holding heavy bags filled with flour, juice, milk, and alcohol. "Erm, well, it would be nice to know where we're going," I said. Imagine if I didn't even ask, and then I'd be travelling without knowing the destination. It seems like I'm doing a fair bit of travelling the next year. Volla is arriving tomorrow, which I'm looking forward to. It does mean however, that I'll be rooming with Monchita for a week. Well, if she'll allow me, actually. I just spoke with her, and she brought it to my attention that she stays up late, much later than I do. Maybe I'll move to the basement. It's two days until Christmas Eve, which is crazy. I've given up on finding the Christmas spirit, but that doesn't mean I'm not excited and happy. It's going to be quite a few days of festivities. The annual family get-together are happening-- house filled to the brim with people, 1/4 of them kids. It'll be interesting. Just wanted to stop by and wish everyone a merry Christmas and happy holidays. I'm guessing I'll disappear for a bit. For now, I really want to watch Bridget Jones. Christmas isn't the best time of year for everyone. For some it's the opposite. Appreciate important things, be safe and take care.