I am glad to be back home in my bed with my boys(cats) but that is about it. I thank I have made a discovery of a huge trigger....my husband. That's right Mr. Perfect is my trigger. That is why I am not happy about being home. I blew up last night about all is expections of me. I don't want to decorate for Christmas or have anything to do with it this year. I am sick of all the fakeness. Why do we do this and that if it means nothing to nobody? All along making us crazy and hate/dread this season. Tuesday is my P dr. appointment. Praying for sedation for the season January 5 will not get here soon enough.(that's when everything goes back to normal crazy)