Frustration

If the letter for yesterday was F for flexibility, today was F for frustration.  ugh.

I made toffee to give as gifts . . . the chocolate popped off of the toffee and I was left with tasty, but naked candy.

I returned two items at TJ Maxx and waited more than a half an hour in two separate lines.  Why can you buy jewelry at the regular checkout, but you can only return it at the jewelry counter?  Makes no sense to me.  I can't imagine how horrible it would have been if I'd waited until after Christmas to make my returns.

G and I have totally different communication styles.  I communicate; he does not.  However, the man who never talks to me has suddenly become quite the conversationalist with our daughter.  Several times today I was saying something and he started a conversation with M, oblivious to the fact that I had been trying to talk to him.

I made very little progress on my Christmas cards.  The three (whoopee) cards that I mailed today may or may not be delivered on Christmas Eve.  Everyone else will receive their cards late.  I suppose I can blame my tardiness on a letdown after the end of the world that wasn't.

G told me we would leave for Decatur tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning.  He told everyone else we would leave at nine.  Guess who won't be ready to go at nine?

I still need to buy a few presents . . . at stores that I've already shopped at two or three times this week.  : /

I am so tired, I think I could sleep for at least 12 hours straight.  If I'm lucky I will be able to sleep for 6 hours tonight.