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December 24th, 2004

The Other Shoe Falls

Posted in My Life, Clean Sweep by n. mallory | .

When I was younger, my grandmother was this great seamstress, or so they say. She apparently made quite a bit of money sewing wedding dresses. Anyway, everything she ever made for me personally was…well, terrible. I used to dread those homemade gifts.

Now I think back and I wonder if it wasn’t just the pressure of doing it for family that was the problem.

I want Christmas Dinner to be perfect for my folks. I just don’t want to disapoint them. I am a great cook. Everyone says so, but every time I cook Christmas dinner for my family, horrible things happen and I usually end up too sick from the stress to enjoy it.

This year appears to be no different.

I baked my first apple pie. It was a recipe from my Pampered Chef cookbook for an upside down apple pie. It looked easy enough. Too easy to mess up.

Except.

Something horrible happened and the crust (both top and bottom) fell apart.

My pumpkin pie took twice as long to bake as it was supposed to, which raises questions about the reliablility of my oven, which is frightening since I have a six pound turkey breast to roast in there tomorrow.

Oh, and as I was vacuuming the living room (the last room on the list), the vacuum cleaner broke. The plastic piece which holds together the sucking part of the canister vacuum just snapped. I have temporarily used packing tape to temporarily hold it together because I have no duct tape and I was desperate. So, I didn’t vacuum the last room as well as I would have liked.

Oh, and as I was looking at my bank statement, I realized that an auto payment didn’t go out to my loan this month which probably screwed up my APR. I’m kind of stressing about it. I scheduled a payment for as soon as possible, which apparently is the end of next week and I guess in January I’ll have to make a new plan. It might be an extra month or two before I get it all paid off than I planned and I’m annoyed with myself because it probably was my fault and not the bank’s. I just keep trying to tell myself that there’s nothing I can do right now about it so I might as well not think about it.

I feel the nagging telltale signs of a migraine coming on too.

However, my house has never been this clean and though my feet hurt, I’m debating cleaning my bathrooms tonight or tomorrow morning. I have some laundry to do as well.

I kind of miss those magical years when everything just got done and all I had to do was show up.