We have to leave here to pick up my grandmother in approximately 20 hours. Now is not the time for the vacuum cleaner to break.
I’m in a completely foul mood and it will likely not change for the next two weeks.
I honestly can’t remember at this point when this time of year was actually about Christmas, instead of being about surviving my grandmother. Christmas is just this additional piece of stress on top of it that gets really no attention because everything has to be focused on her.
If I thought that she would ever accept that I have different priorities and just be happy to be here, it would be nice. Instead, it becomes putting aside everything that I care about to cater to her damn whims.
Makes for quite the meaningful holiday.
