Dec 29, 2007 07:50
Man, this is why I love Christmas. I get up at a time I NEVER would voluntarily to try to get my room clean (since I've tried to be polite and be available to socialize with Uncle G and the time I haven't has been cooking and cleaning for Mom [none of which she seems to have done by herself]). I say exactly what my plans are and stay within them and I STILL get snapped at because apparently Mom had different plans for me. And Mom just started crying because I teased her for FREAKING OUT every time the gas tank is half full or a tiny bit less. (She's talking about heading into town to gas up the van before we leave, which she will NEVER get done in time and would definitely mess up our plans).
I try, I really, really do. Someday I will be in charge of my own Christmas and it won't be like this.
mom,
christmas 07