Had so much to do in preparation for family arriving tomorrow. Kitchen was like a bomb site, spare room ditto. Nothing was where it was supposed to be. I knew I needed to get started on the shortbread & the mince pies, but couldn't see the wood for the trees. Could feel the tears welling up. I also needed to get some shopping. I was in the kitchen going about like a headless chicken. Hubby came through & asked what was up & I just said I'm not coping very well. I headed out to supermarket, which ended up as two supermarkets as couldn't get everything I needed in Painsbury's so headed for Stressco's. I was still feeling a bit like I can't do this, I'm getting too old. Came home to find not only had hubby put washing in the tumble dryer, but he'd tidied what he could in the kitchen. Such a relief I can tell you. He checked up on me a few times during my baking to see if he could help. Always knew he was a keeper! He didn't do a lot, but the little he did was such a big help.
So instead of getting my bloomers in a knot, I calmly did one thing at a time & you know what? I got it all done. Even managed to make up bed for eldest granddaughter & looked out clothes to take to son's for Christmas. My back is killing me from being on my feet for so long. But more than anything, feel blessed that my lovely hubby was there to help.
