Self Care Sunday

Hello Everyone:

Thursday and Friday went a little better. The mountain of resentment is still there but for now, I left it alone. Instead I decided to focus on looking after myself a little more and by this I mean get some extra rest. It also meant canceling out on a dinner invitation, sort of at the last minute, because I was simply too tired and not in the mood. I was supposed to go to someone’s house on Friday evening, Sis arranged it, but after I finished everything I just couldn’t bear the thought of getting dressed and preteens to enjoy myself. Of course mum got all upset because somehow I bruised my poor snowflake of a sister’s feeling by backing out. You know what, I don’t care about her feelings. I know it sounds callous but we are talking about someone who can be so thoughtless and clueless. Anyway, I did tell mum that I would come to lunch tomorrow afternoon. This is the luncheon I mentioned on Tuesday(?) featuring this woman so-called inventor/writer on vegartarism and relationships. I can pretend to show interest and make a beeline for the blogosphere as soon as I can. Yesterday mum tossed out a plan to make Chanukah lunch for the hens that have wandering in and out of our apartment. I’m not thrilled about it. First, I think it’ll be too much effort for mum. Even though she said she plans to serve deli with homemade food, knowing her, she’ll end up doing all the cooking. Second, I can’t stand the hens and their hollow pretty words. They come, speak all sorts of feel good gibberish, and leave. Finally, I don’t want the mess. I don’t want to spend the whole afternoon washing dishes and cleaning the kitchen. Mum said she would hire the cleaner.  Right, whatever. Anyway, I’m tired.