withdrawal

Is it bad that my Christmas tree is still up and I couldn't care less?  I think I'm gonna keep it up awhile; it's fake, it's not like it will disintegrate or shoot up in a ball of flames next time I light the fireplace, and it's pretty, so what the hell.  I am also leaving my collection of airplanes and flying Santas suspended over the kitchen.  They have been grounded all year, I think I should let them fly a bit longer.  Truth is, they make me happy, and right now I need a shot of happy.

I'm full on into Disney withdrawal.  Pixie dust and magic are way more addictive than booze, just as hard to wean yourself off of (don't laugh, I HAVE weaned myself off booze, I was pregnant once), and apparently just as destructive to relationships (more on that later).  There should be meetings.  I'm ridiculous, and planning my next trip isn't helping, as I'm getting a bit nervous about it.  We are going at the end of March, just for the weekend, before the Pea spends a week with her dad, and the crowd calendar is telling me it will be crazy crowded.  Panic attack inducing crowded.  As much as I want to go and see all that the Flower and Garden Festival has to offer, I'm a little scared I will end up passing out or curled up in a ball, rocking and drooling.

I planned the trip on a whim, because I had to take leave from work anyway with the Pea out of school and none of the camps or day out places operating, and I had a use it or lose it place to stay.  The annual passes I bought in December (knowing we would be back in either September or November) covered admission into the parks and I just so happened to have enough Southwest reward points, the day I checked, to book us both tickets.  THEN I checked the crowd calendar.  Ooopsie...oh well, a day at Disney is better than a day anywhere else so now on with the planning...which I can now do without any heartache or grief from The Boy.  He felt my Disney addiction was getting in the way of our relationship so we parted ways (it may have also had to do with the fact that we had nothing in common, brought out the worst in each other, and never really did get back on track after breaking up, but Disney, and my poor little cow computer, took the blame...poor little cow).

And now it's time to put this cow to bed, because the Pea needs dinner, after that is the sprint to lights out, and before I know it, tomorrow...and more planning...I haven't even started my spreadsheets!