Don't get me wrong; I had a great day today. I listened to Christmas music and did a good deal of baking (made oatmeal, chocolate chip and sugar cookies). Wrapped all my presents and admired them under the tree. But I also got some insight into how my family works.
My mom was trying to finish up the last of her shopping online. I made the mistake of suggesting she use my Amazon Prime account. I logged her in on her iPad and started going about my business. No, not good enough. I had to be there to help her work through the menus (multiple presents going to multiple addresses that all needed to be entered). My dad (who kept wandering away) had to be there to read her addresses from his ancient Palm. We all needed to give input. My mom started snapping at my dad for not staying nearby or for making phone calls. And I was suddenly transported back to being a teenager.
My stress level went through the roof. I was afraid of my mom suddenly lashing out at me (she didn't) and wanted to escape, wanted to make everyone happy, wanted us all to just relax and get along. What I didn't do was say anything about it. As ever, once the shopping crisis had passed, my mom was lovely and nice again. I was relieved, but unsettled and insecure.
But my cookies. My cookies are amazing. Wish I could share them with everyone who reads here.