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I had some really good news a couple of days ago.... my ex-husband told me that he'd bring the kids by to my house at 10 am for a couple of hours. I'm ecstatic that he'll let me share part of Christmas morning with them. (I think there might have been a mutiny if he hadn't.)

One thing on my mind at the moment is that a very dear friend of mine has invited me and my ex-husband and our kids to dinner on Christmas Eve. This is a tradition that our families have shared for several years. Every year we'd have them over for the big Thanksgiving dinner and they'd have us for Christmas Eve. This year I fled -- took the kids down to Tucson for Thanksgiving because I didn't want to re-live a similar Thanksgiving and needed to start a new tradition. But my friend really wants to continue our old Christmas Eve tradition. It's really kind of her to go to the trouble, and it gives me the ability to be with the kids on Christmas Eve since they're with their dad that night, .... but I'm also dreading it. Like playing a broken record.