damage

The ending of last year and the start of the New Year had better not be an indication of things to come. Because if so, I'm screwed.

Our Christmas vacation was the worst ever - a witch's brew of dismal weather, holiday stress, travel stress, irritablity and fighting, expectations and disappointments.

New Years wasn't much better, with both Aaron and I sick with the flu on the flight home. The flight attendant wasn't very nice to us after Aaron threw up in the back of the plane.

Things haven't got much better. All the built-up tension and anger is being flung at one another with reckless ease, the aftershocks of a life disrupted.

Is it 2007 yet?