So, we're hosting Passover tonight and I've been thinking/talking/writing about how grateful I am that my family will be together.
This morning I got an email from my dad that he had a flood in his basement and he and his wife won't be here.
I got another email 10 minutes ago that there was a situation with an umbrella, a bloody lip, loose teeth and an emergency room visit. Two more guests are off the list.
I called Jon to let him know and he said his mom's planning on coming, but has a very sore throat. I'm thinking if she's got a very sore throat she shouldn't be here. But, I'm also thinking she won't be thinking that.
My sister has a migraine. Her boyfriend is having a horrendous allergy attack (they ruled out pink eye and a scratch on the cornea since yesterday).
My mom is in so much pain she's done nothing but limp from the bed to the couch and back since she got here.
I still have dishes to cook, place settings to set, vacuuming to do.
I just got an email that the MIL isn't coming either. Nice to know reasonable wins sometimes.
There is so much food in the fridge I can't begin to imagine how it'll be eaten.
All I want to do is curl up on my bed and cry, but I have to act cheerful for the 2 people who are actually here.
I'm looking for my gratitude but it's gone missing at the moment.