Christmas morning had arrived. I sat up most of the night trying to wrap presents that I’d managed to get while trying to start from scratch in the new house. Oakley was also feeding every two hours. Tired wasn’t the word! The kids woke up early and couldn’t wait to get downstairs. I was trying to hold it together. My friend Charleen invited me and the kids around for Christmas as she didn’t want me alone. She knew how lonely I was feeling and how run down I was. I was a bit worried about going at first as I didn’t want to step on anyone’s toes.
I do like cooking Christmas dinner and being in my own home, but at that point it didn’t feel like my home. To be honest, I couldn’t wait to get out. I’d rushed moving in the house as I had no other option. I let the kids open all the presents and have their breakfast, got them showered and dressed and headed over to Charleens. I burst into tears as soon as I saw her, she got me a pair of pyjamas for Christmas, I was so grateful.
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