|Current mood:|| annoyed|
Twas the night before Christmas...
I've been doing too much damn cooking. I used to love cooking, but I can only spend so many hours in the damn kitchen before it gets to me. Nate wanted cutout cookies, but didn't want to help with that massive project which took two days. Mom needed help with latkes, so I volunteered. I now contend that no one in their right mind ever made these before the age of food processors, sinks, and stoves. They're hard to make even with modern technology. They there was candy to make for some reason. Maybe for guests or something. I am damn tired of cooking.
And wrapping sucks. I'm so bad at it. Why do my parents insist that I help when my wrapping skills are horrendous?
And Christmas music gets on my nerves. At least the stuff with words to it does. The songs to the nutcracker are ok because no stupid lyrics can get stuck in your head.
And if I hear my youngest brother complain about wanting to open his presents "right now" I'm going to scream at him. Can't he wait ten or so freaking hours? He's so spoiled. So is the other one. I think I'm getting sick of being home already.
I can't wait to see my love. I miss him like crazy. I can't take being apart from him like this, especially since we don't talk on the phone. We talk online instead. I have to start pushing for phone conversations or I'm going to start thinking he doesn't exist since I don't hear his voice or see his face. I still love him with all my heart, though. We'll be seeing each other soon, but I can't stand the wait.