Well, so much for posting every day.
We finally placed my mom at the cemetery this past Friday. It was just Zach and me. My dad didn’t go, not that I’m that surprised. It was a bittersweet moment. I didn’t get emotional like I thought I would. There is a very empty spot on my dresser now, though.
I can’t say I’m prepared for Thanskgiving. Going to the grocery tomorrow to pick up what’s needed. Since its just Zach and me, we’re going to do turkey breast instead of a whole turkey. Neither of us is a fan of dark meat. We’re going to do the usual dressing, mashed potatoes, green beans. I think I have Thanksgiving phobia because whenever I think about it I get panicky. I’m worried that everything will go wrong, it will be a mess, my timing will be off. Its not until everything is done that I calm down. I’ve done this successfully for five years, you’d think I’d stop worrying. And its not like I have a big crowd to please either.
I’ve been really lazy lately. I’m not motivate to do anything. I just sit in bed and watch tv or troll the internet. Maybe its the upcoming holidays that have me down, I don’t know. Hopefully my butt will get in gear soon. I still have to finish my shopping and of course there’s decorating. Zach is firmly against me starting that before Thanksgiving. He’s such a party pooper.