I barely took it easy at all, like I'd hoped. I am completely spent, and yet there's still dinner to figure out. I did make my Malakov trifle, but that was a nightmare. [Dirty dishes all over the place, whipped cream and chocolate flying all over the kitchen wall, floor and my shirt.] The Malakov trifle is not perfect. Well, it'll taste just fine, but the mousse isn't perfect. It has chocolate flecks in it. I suppose one could say that's a nice feature, but it is a screw up. Oh well! I made it for myself.

You know, I've been trying to be strong and certainly have had the appearance of it, but yesterday I almost cried. I'm under such extreme stress. Even though hubby didn't lose his job, I'm still ready to break down. This is all so much! I haven't talked to my father in a long time, and I don't even want to. I don't want to talk to anyone. I've even wanted hubby to stay out of the room from me. I am almost sick and tired of him being home. I wish I had more privacy and freedom during the daytime hours. At night, he always wants to watch TV. I'm sick and tired of TV. I'm getting sick and tired of cooking. Sick and tired!!!!!!! Sometimes the "I want to run away" feeling comes over me, but then I realize I wouldn't even be running away to a better place. The whole entire world is like this, or could eventually be. Unbelievable!

Totally predictable add on: So I told hubby it's a rare "fend for yourself for dinner" night. Rare is an understatement. As expected, he comes to me and asks what he should have for dinner. Gee whiz! Of course I had to come up with something for him that required zero cooking and minimal preparation. You know, gourmet cheeses, the sausages, raw veggies, and bread and butter. I will not go downstairs. If I do, I'll end up helping to get that din din together for him.