Inconvenienced

Hello Everyone:

Mom is starting to get a little psychotic over the Passover prep.  I've generously allotted to cubby holes for my non-Passover food and I've been ordered to move them by Tuesday evening.  Gee, how wonderful.  It's not about the act of moving my things, it's about being inconvenienced. I hate that. I'm trying to just go with the Passover flow but it's hard.  Every year it just seems to get crazier.  I really wish it would just go away.  It's become such a burden.  I don't think the Man in White intended for holidays to be such burdens.  I think he intended to for them to be spiritually uplifting joyous occasions before, during and after.  Instead they become such a drain.  Passover, is especially a big drain because the whole house has to be turned over.  Every grain product must be eliminated.  This can lead to some very obsessive compulsive behaviors.  By the time the actual holiday arrives, I feel so angry and resentful toward everyone and everything that I just don't want to force myself to stick a smile on my face.  The source of all these hard feelings is the constant inconvenience of it all.  I think that holiday prep should be a relaxing experience.  No manic cleaning, shopping or cooking.  Just everything nice and simple.  Admittedly mom and the family aren't as nuts as some people whole literally will redo their house every year.  How obsessive is that?  I don't like forced feeling of joy that I get from sitting through a marathon Seder.  I've gotten to the point where I just want over and done with as fast as possible.  There definitely is no joy in mudville for me.