Christmas is over and I'm ready to take down the decorations. I'm not sure exactly what happened. I was really looking forward to my parents' visit. I hadn't seen them since last May. But my mom has been, well, a bitch since they got here last Sunday.
Then on Christmas Eve, she just kept picking at me and picking at me until I finally snapped. First she wanted to help me fold clothes. I know, sounds great! How could I complain about that? But I'm trying to bake for Christmas Eve and have a fun pizza making dinner with the kids. It's our family tradition.
