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There's really only so long I can do family. After a certain point I have to rebel and go somewhere to quietly die. Was up 12 hours ago to go out with Mom and do stuff. Had a brief hour break before people showed up and while no one told me to help... it's not like I'm going to let them bang around the kitchen by themselves when I could lend a hand.
Granted, not a steady hand, but a hand.
And then there's the fact that I made dinner, emptied the dishwasher (which I'd loaded the lunch dishes into), set the table, then cleared the table, put the food away, and partially loaded the dishwasher before letting Juliet take over.
My cold is acting up, I'm tired, and goddammit, I don't wanna go to the Irish Pub to go see my old history teacher's Irish band.
The sucky thing is, I can probably plead off, and I so want to, but I'd feel bad about it.
Granted, not a steady hand, but a hand.
And then there's the fact that I made dinner, emptied the dishwasher (which I'd loaded the lunch dishes into), set the table, then cleared the table, put the food away, and partially loaded the dishwasher before letting Juliet take over.
My cold is acting up, I'm tired, and goddammit, I don't wanna go to the Irish Pub to go see my old history teacher's Irish band.
The sucky thing is, I can probably plead off, and I so want to, but I'd feel bad about it.