Cleaned the house today, until I was just worn out…but it feels fantastic. Only the kitchen and laundry left to tackle, and frankly they can get done during the week. Having family in this weekend, and on Saturday celebrating my bday with them. Hopefully it will be nice and painless. I don’t want my father here. I don’t want to have to fake it again. And until he and I have a conversation, open the dialogue on this can of worms, it can’t happen. Sticking my head in the sand on this for another day or so.
Cleaning house is easy…cleaning family is ridiculous.
Bring on the gin.