I love going to bed when everyone in my family is disappointed in me.
I woke up this morning expecting to get coffee, like most mornings. I had asked my sister the night before if she wanted to go. No. But she was awake when we got up to leave. She scared off my husband and we went for coffee. She brought her own. Yea, I don’t know.
The rest of the day involved guessing how to make everyone happy every moment. In between, we needed food, entertainment, and shopping for Christmas. Following dinner there was the usual whining about sleeping spots with the squeaky wheels getting the grease. Then I got to arrange the remaining pieces.
I forgot something here, someone there, not enough of this, too much of that. So here I am guilty, bruised, and used. It’s been 24 hours. Five more days to go.