Day of Purgatory: Part the First

So far on this day of purgatory I have only managed three hours of sleep in between nightmares of recovering the store and front facing the store. For those of you who don't know what this means, it means eternally cleaning up after slobs who will hopefully buy things and spend money, but whose sole joy in life seems to be relocating objects and in general thrashing the store instead of buying things. Dreaming about work annoyed me enough that I was unable to return to sleep.

And then, when I decided, at 6 am, that I would like to try to go back to sleep...Fat Kitty decided to yowl for breakfast. She never gets fed until at least 8 or 9...or 10 at the latest so I am not sure why she randomly decided that she must sporadically yowl for two hours while I am trying to sleep on my day off.

Vincent the Bunny then decided it was time for his morning laps and bunny play time.  Usually I am able to sleep through this, since he is the quietest furry friend in the house but with all the yowling...um, no.

Then it started, snores that could be heard on the next block. I tried rolling Jon over, poking and prodding him, but to no avail. The snoring would not stop.

Doggles decided to whine at me because he wanted out. Oh, no, now the damn dogs are in on the conspiracy!

So I gave up.  I got up, let the dogs out. Fed the cats at a normal time. And wondered why all the things were so annoying this morning.

Then I remembered today was Thanksgiving.  Yep.  It's a holiday I seldom enjoy, if ever. Full of have-tos and grouchy bloated people.  The day where I am usually only thankful for leaving the meal at a place I didn't want to go but was somehow tricked by guilt and the promise of free food and so got myself into the hum-drum situation in the first place.

And, yet again, I have been guilted into a dinner at a place where I don't want to spend more than an hour.  That should always be my first clue.  Just say no to dinners at places that make you uncomfortable.  Yes, I know its dinner...and free food...but just say no. But the mother in law crying about how its her birthday AND Thanksgiving made me agree.  Did I mention she has recently become mentally unstable?  So, I am not much looking forward to any of the events that will be happening today.

This will be Jon's family's first Thanksgiving without their Mom/Mother-in-law/Aunt/Grandma Helen.  And Jon's dad is cooking....Jon is worried about that. He said he's going to have to help, but he's still sleeping. This sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.

To be Continued after the dinner....