I'm starting to hate holidays. Seriously.

I might like them if I could do something I enjoy. But, instead I get to spend them with family.

Not my little family (as in kids and husband)...no, that might be enjoyable.

I have to spend them with THE FAMILY and, frankly, I'd rather just work.

Let's just say that yesterday was less than enjoyable.

Husband and I are not speaking now. He thinks I'm being a bitch. I think he's a jerk. This is how marriage goes, I know. Ups and downs. I'm pretty angry that he's not talking to me because...I am not talking to HIM.

And, now I realize we are both acting like 7-year-olds.

But, family will do that to you -- reduce you back down to the child you once were, bring out all your insecurities and make you want to run for the hills.