Thursday, November 22

I've been going literally non-stop since I got out of bed just before 8 am. Thank you to Spencer for sleeping in and allowing me to sleep in. No thanks to Rachel who woke up at 5, 515, 530, 545, and then was actually hungry at 6. Then she took another half hour to go back to sleep. If Spencer hadn't gifted me that extra hour, I'd be feeling like shit right now.

Let's see what I've done:
  • got kid's breakfast (while Mike sat and ate his)
  • made cornbread casserole
  • made mashed potatoes
  • made 48 pumpkin bread mini-muffins and still have batter for at least 48 more to make tomorrow
  • prepped turkey and put it in the oven
  • compiled list of what needs to happen before dinner so I don't forget the rolls like I do most years
  • showered
  • cleaned kitchen at least 4 times
  • loaded and emptied dishwasher
  • drank 4 cups of coffee
  • that's it. Doesn't seem like so much now, but I really have been busy all morning.

Mike and I had a little tiff. He's 'not feeling good' again. I told him I think that his head is telling his body not to feel good because he needs a break, and the only way he can do it without feeling guilty is to be sick. He disagrees. Maybe he really is sick, but as usual, the only symptoms he has are ones that can't be verified by anyone - headache, general achiness, sore throat, etc. Poor guy. I don't think he's faking it. I do believe that he does feel bad, I just don't think he's really sick. So anyway, i told him this because he says he just wants me to be honest. He didn't take it well, not surprisingly. So I said, you don't want me to be honest then? He said he does and he'll try not to take things so badly. Same thing I say when I tell him to say it if he has a problem with something. We've both got work to do.

I'm feeling better overall. I haven't been noticing things with Spencer. Granted I've been very busy, but I'm just looking at him like he's the completely normal, healthy, happy child that he is and that's what I'm seeing. I guess if I convince myself that the beige wall in front of me is red, eventually it will look red to me. Even though it is clearly beige to everyone else.

Lucy will be here in a half hour or so, then others will arrive. They've got some convaluted plan to leave Lucy's mom at home, but always have someone there with her. So Candace will come here, then Lucy will leave to go stay with Claudine - who apparently is in such poor health she can't be left alone for more than a few minutes. Then when Candace leaves Lucy will return and go home with Tom. Leaving Ted and Naaannnccyy here until Nancy deems it time to leave. Which I guarantee will be long after she's worn out her welcome. To be fair though, she's worn out her welcome now and she hasn't even arrived yet. She is one of those self absorbed people who doesn't even consider that it might be time to go before she is ready to go. Last time she was here, apparently she was miffed that we didn't offer for her to hold Rachel, who was only a few days old and wasn't awake for more than a few minutes while Nancy was here. So Mike and I are oscillating between accidentally not letting her hold Rachel at all again, or accidentally having her hold Rachel the whole visit. For Rachel's sake, I vote for the former.

Oh well, I'm off to find my apron...