Slow, steady, and still tears.

I think I slept fitfully last night. I woke up with my top sheet twisted and wrapped over my neck. It is amazing I didn't strangle myself. ;-)

I finally made it out of bed, and Mammy and I set to work on our day. We cleaned up the kitchen and sorted out a few things. We ate lunch, updated the list, loaded up the car (with recycling and donations), took a deep breath, and headed out. I have always found holiday shopping stressful. It turned out not to be too bad. We managed to drop off our outgoing items with me only yelling at Mammy a couple of times. The grocery stores were very crowded, but things were mostly well stocked (in quantity, if not variety). People were friendly and I worked very hard at keeping my cool. I'm sure Mammy would say I fell a little short of my goal.

We got home and unloaded groceries. Still some small disputes as to how things fit in the fridge. I put the dirtiest chard I have ever seen into soak. Dinner was made, and the cooking and cleaning ensued. I made chard dip, and Mammy cleaned. Poppy cleaned. My feet hurt. I went to help Poppy clean up his office. He was irritable (and I don't blame him, poor guy). Everything might have been fine, but Mammy wanted help moving carpet. This resulted in a big blow up and me crying. I was being a control freak (as we all are in this family). I just hate Dad having to work so hard, and feel awful about being so completely unproductive. I do, however, blame the whole incident on the fact that they didn't show Gilmore Girls, and instead showed the awful movie that gave Jillo her nightmare!

Anyhoo, I got it out of my system, and it shouldn't happen again. Except S will show up tomorrow. ;-)

Night all, and have fun cooking, for those of you that are.