So, today is the day before Thanksgiving, and I’m not enjoying it. At all. Aside from the 101 things I have to do before tomorrow (including a trip to Target OH MY GOD JUST KILL ME NOW), my mom is coming later, which is…nice, but also adds to my stress level. Considerably. Despite the fact that she is my mother, and has no qualms about throwing advice and criticism my way offhandedly during our monthly phone calls, she acts like a proper guest in my home, and it drives me crazy. I mean, I don’t expect her to waltz in and take over the reins (and would almost definitely punch her if she tried), but Jesus chriminy, you know where the goddamn bathroom is, and you don’t need my permission to use it! Also, cold drinks are always in the same place, and if you’re thirsty, DRINK ONE. In between chopping and stirring and brining and prepping tonight, I’ll have to stick my head out every few minutes to make sure she’s comfortable. I’m already annoyed.

And today Dylan has decided to do everything she’s not allowed to do/supposed to do, and then when I tell her no for the seven millionth time, has thrown tantrums, ranging from the mildly pissed to full on raging hellfire. It’s been a fun morning. Needless to say, I am literally counting down the minutes until we can BOTH take a much needed nap. I think it’ll do us a world of good, and we can start over this afternoon, refreshed and ready to go. At least, that’s my plan. And best laid plans always work out, right? RIGHT?

Oh god I hope so. Let’s reboot this bitch and do it right.