Last night, I dreamed that I killed a bunch of kittens because I didn’t take care of them right. Little drowning kittens that I put in a bathtub without realizing the water was running. It’s all FINE!
I think I figured it out! If I do Christmas just PERFECTLY this year, and get everyone in my family the exact right gift, and plan the right activities and surprises, and decorate and clean and cook, and EVERYTHING, then no one will be sad that Grandpa died! It’s the PERFECT PLAN!!!!
Anyway, last night I successfully stayed up until midnight and finished my handmade presents, now I just have to wrap them and add the perfect notes, and then mail them so they will arrive in plenty of time, and then buy a bunch MORE presents to cheer up my parents, and then clean the house, and then make cookies, and then put another silly outfit on Albie Dog, and then NO ONE WILL BE SAD ANY MORE.
Also, the kittens are fine. They were just Dream Kittens. I didn’t do anything bad. I can still fix this.
(why am I blogging this post? I don’t know. Maybe it will help someone else who reads it and thinks “Margaret, you are insane. I will not be insane like that”. Too late for me, obviously! Now I have to go to the library because I feel guilty for disappointing the librarians by not picking up the book I don’t really want any more but I had them put on hold already)