I have a full house this week of Christmas break.
And just how do you think I am handling the situation? You would be right, not well, not well at all. Tonight I took an anti anxiety pill I reserve for emergencies; second time in my life to use it. The first time I took one I actually had a panic attack. I was afraid what it would do to me. Irony at it’s best, the drug is to prevent panic attacks. Ha Ha Ha, what a crack up I am!
I wasn’t going to have a panic attack, but I was getting quite anxious knowing that my in-laws were joining my daughter, son in law and granddaughter (they were here first) at our house for a few days. On top of that I will be entertaining a cousin and his family. Oh, yeah then there are John’s friends. I tend to be a bit of an introvert so having this many people and for so long is wearing my nerves down.
They mean well, but when my sister-in-law starts telling me about people she knows, their names, their children’s names, their spouse’s names and their pets’ names, breed, age and gender. After I learn all of that there is the list of jobs each of them has, how great the jobs are and their co-workers. Half way through the evening I am so agitated from boredom, but trying to be polite and pay attention even by asking pertinent questions when I think appropriate. After two hours of this I feel like drowning myself in the kitchen sink.
Tonight I couldn’t take it, even though I had mother’s little helper swimming through my blood stream I begged off saying I was too tired and must go to bed. I sneaked the laptop into the bedroom and here I sit with headphones on writing to save my sanity for tomorrow.
I do most of this for my husband. I have to step up. Wait a minute, he was gone a suspiciously long time getting groceries just after they arrived. He didn’t have a good explanation of why it took one and half hours to spend $100 dollars. Coward.