Alone At Last….
Don’t get me wrong, I love my in-laws. But when one is accustomed to having the house to themselves all day and to work and do as they wish it gets a little old to have house guests to entertain. It gets even worse when it also involves other people coming to your house to visit and more mouths to feed. Then throw in a stressed out soprano (aka diva or prima donna) that gets upset if you just look at her and other people coming to visit with your guests whom you don’t even know (without being asked if you minded if they invited them over) and you’ve got one cranky, tired, and worn out woman.
The icing on the cake was the grand announcement that I get the pleasure of repeating this all over again in mid-April. Those who know me and have been around for a while know that coincides with my birthday. Yes, I get to celebrate my birthday by listening to an hour of opera singing and entertaining more out of town guests for the days leading up to it. Just wonderful!
Please excuse me while I go put the heating pad on my cramps and pull the covers up over my head and scream into my pillow….
