Lame ass post, yes, I'll grant you that. I'm feeling rather blog humbuggy. My son can't fly out of Denver until after Christmas, so he isn't coming. We are going to try to arrange something for January. This is my second Christmas in a row without him and I am not feeling very festive.
Please carry on without me.
And yes Anvil Cloud, I am a cruel, cruel mother and it came back to bite me in the arse.
Look who's (not) laughing now.
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Oh, Laurie - I am truly sorry. At least your sense of humor has survived this disappointment. How did you find that incredibly appropriate picture?
Well, your son's love will be sifting over you during Christmas and that will sustain you till you can wrap your arms around him in January.
Meanwhile - a Christmas hug from me,
Cathy
Thanks so much for the hug Cathy. You are right about my son's love sitting over me, I can feel it. As much as I will miss him not being here, I am relieved that he won't be trying to get to the airport on roads that are barely passable. I am relieved that he won’t have to wait in line for hours in an airport where nearly 5,000 people have been stranded for several days, and I am relieved that he has two very dear friends living in the apartment above him to spend Christmas with.
In the dear words of my son, who I last spoke to very early this morning, "at least some stranded traveler can use my seat on the plane to go home for Christmas, mom". Just seeing those words on the screen made my eyes fill with tears. He’s such a wonderful young man. I was feeling absolutely wretched because I won’t see him for Christmas and he was (as always) thinking of others.
Now I have to concentrate on “enjoying Christmas”, as my son begged me to do at 3:00 this morning.
I’m still working on that, son, but I’ll give it my best shot.
**Disclaimer: if this makes little or no sense, please keep in mind that I’ve had approximately six hours of sleep (total) in the last 60+ hours.
Well that just sucks! And I'm not jesting this time. A big cyber hug to you.
OH how upsetting for both of you!! I hope you do enjoy your Christmas :(
despite the huge disappointment.
That really sucks. I'm so sorry you can't Christmas with your son. He sounds like a great guy.
Love the picture, though. :)
That's one of the pictures I was going to put in one of my Christmas Funnies posts. You beat me to it!
That's really a bummer that your son can't make it, but at least he'll be safe and warm and with good people. And how sweet that he's so thoughtful and thinks of others when things suck!
{{hugs}}
I’m sorry your son’s snowed in! I have friends in Denver who can’t fly out. Still… it appears you will have a January Christmas to look forward to. Blessings and the merriest of holidays that you can have!
AC, Many thanks, I needed a hug!
Mslittlepea, We will survive. I am looking forward to January when we can get together and celebrate. Thanks for stopping by.
Squirl, It is hard to think about, but we will be fine. He is safe and healthy and surrounded by friends. I have my cats and He Who Doesn't Do Dishes, life goes on. Thanks.
Courtney, He is a great guy, always thinking of others. He reminds me of my mom that way.
Nick, Thanks for the kind words. We will make the best of it, after all my cats are counting on me.
Holiday hugs to all,
Laurie
I dropped by to wish you a Merry Christmas and to thank you for being a blogging buddy.
AC, Thank you so much. Merry Christmas to you as well.
Hi dmmgmfm
What a disappointment. You must feel so empty.
Potato print, That's exactly how I feel. Thanks for putting it so succinctly.
Ya, i realy wish i could have come but from everything I am still hearing it would have been an absolute mess at the airport and i'm glad someone who was stranded there probably got to get out, they needed it much more than me. The news said it was a zoo there friday and lost of people never left the airport hoping to get out first even though they ran busses out to get people to take them to hotels.
I know son, and I'm glad you are having a good time with your friends. We'll have a blast in January.
Love you more than life!
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