Monday, December 21, 2015
White flag raised
Yep, I'm at that point after all of the "togetherness" this weekend. After all of the baking and the very sweet thank yous from the recipients, I was good with the work put into them and it was worth it.
But then I had our own cookie baking to do, house cleaning that needed done and errands to run before company arrived. I will say it wasn't the Mr's best day and if he wasn't driving, I was tempted to punch him in the throat a time or two which always sets a lovely tone for the rest of the day. I ended up with a stress headache that lasted most of the afternoon. I was rushing right up until the minute our company arrived. Overall it was a good visit but there is some serious humble-bragging problems coming up with every visit now and it's getting hard to bite my tongue. All I could do was change my demeanor to stop myself from saying something that wouldn't be very nice. I don't consider bragging about your wealth and the amount of money you drop impressive. It kind of sucks when you see people change for the worse. I'm hoping it's a phase because I don't know how much I can be around it if it continues this way. My filter is far too thin as I age.
When they left, we didn't have time to really talk about anything as the Mr had to be up early to see The Force Awakens with my cousin at 9am across town. I wanted to spend that time working out but I had to bake everything I needed for our Christmas gathering mid afternoon. He called me to tell me that my cousin was late and he couldn't get a hold of him. (He is chronically late) He said he was probably going to have to end up leaving his ticket at the window because he wasn't missing it. That really ticked me off and put me in a bad mood. Then I had time to marinate on some comments from the previous night and that put me in a more foul mood. I had all kinds of stuff to make from scratch including this bouche de noel...
I was of course rushing around until we had to leave, then a gift bag fell onto it in the car. I wanted to scream, so I turned off the Christmas music that I'm tired of and flipped on my "anger management" playlist and started singing along with Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit. It is the only song that will allow me the outlet to get my rage out without totally going off on someone. A close second is Idiot by Lisa Marie Presley. It's not quite the soundtrack I envisioned on my way to a Christmas gathering but it was for the safety of all involved. Well, it didn't matter because others were in a mood and I honestly couldn't muster faking my lack of enthusiasm. It was only exacerbated by the people who had a main component of the linner being an hour late, so by that time I had another headache. But I was cordial and talkative with my other grandma who this was with because I think it's only fair to be cheery with a person dumping $150 worth of gifts in every person's lap. Too bad a few others couldn't get that memo. Yes, she can be a little abrasive but we see her once a year, get over yourselves and smile for her sake. For some reason she wanted to be my buddy and I was fine with that because it kept me away from people I was not in the mood to deal with.
We did give my aunt and uncle the Food Saver we bought for them and once I showed them how it could free up their time and save them money and help her with food for both of their parents, they both got super excited about it. I gave them a little tutorial after everyone left and it was nice. My food was horrible this weekend and I really feel like I just don't want to make one more damn thing this week. Of course that's how I feel as I type and today I could feel differently. I just want a little friggin' peace and I want people to stop being puds. I need a vacation.
Today I think I'm going to nap for as long as humanly possible. My white flag is raised and I don't want my immune system to do the same. I just want next year to be me and the Mr somewhere with snow, I will cook a small feast and we will leave the BS here. I think I will start looking at cabins in the woods for next year.
Edit: After a talk last night before bed, the Mr said he wanted me to take a hooky day for myself. "Sleep in and don't come downstairs, just stay in bed, you deserve it!" Sounded good to me! I couldn't wait to catch up on the sleep I missed all weekend!
Here it is, 4am and after 2 hours of bouncing in bed to try to stop him from the hellacious snoring he decided to do only last night, I am on the couch with about 2 hours under my belt and no sleep in sight.
How was your weekend?
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