avoiding and ignoring reality
Sorry we just figured that the hotel would be better then waking up every hour to a screaming baby. Sorry for ruining you Christmas.
You didn't ruin it AND it was probably better than a screaming baby, but still not the ideal Christmas Eve. I was just feeling sorry for myself last night. Because we used to do so much Christmas-y stuff on Christmas Eve, like read the Christmas story and stuff and then we can't go back to my place because of the roads and I haven't slept and I can't even use our old bathroom because it is now the missionaries' bathroom and I am just having a pity party. Don't feel bad - Christmas at your place was great!
How on Earth did this happen?
Katie - it is a long story that involves bad roads, a nomadic Christmas, a teething baby, a couple of one-bedroom apartments and a lot of my feeling sorry for myself.
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