Psychobrat is in her room rearranging things. She’s making a huge mess of the rest of the house by cleaning stuff out of her room. I mean, she just has no respect for the rest of the family, you know?
I have a feeling Milo won’t be here on New Year’s Eve. If he’s not at his sister’s, he’ll be with somebody else…which means I won’t be able to kiss him like I’ve planned.
About half an hour ago, right before he went to bed, he was standing right here talking to me. It was almost completely dark in here–the only lights came faintly from the hallway, from the monitor right in front of me, and from the Christmas tree just behind him. The tree cast this extraordinarily warm and enchanting magical glow on him, where his face was half hidden in shadows, but half lit by the multi-colored lights. This season hasn’t really felt much like Christmas to me, for some reason…not even the songs have been doing it for me. But even though Christmas was yesterday, looking at him just then…it was the most Christmas-y thing I’d seen all year. I so wanted to stand up, wrap my arms around him, and kiss him good night…but of course I did not. And he went to bed.