So my sister and I were supposed to head over to my dad's last night to get the house ready for the Christmas Eve party. What do you know? She calls me and tells me she is too tired and can't possibly help. I swear, I am sick of hearing how tired she is. She doesn't have kids and doesn't take classes on top of working. Her husband does the work on her house. Anyway, she bailed out so I had to go over alone after my eye doctor appointment.

Dad was at choir practice so I worked for nearly 2 hours straightening and such. There was a lot of stuff in the basement that had to be put away. I then had to run and get pans from Kathleen because she was so busy resting she couldn't drop them off herself. I headed home from there to pick up more pans when my dad called and needed cooking spray. I brought all the pans and cooking spray over to his house and was grateful I didn't have to run to the store. Then I had to ask the dreaded question about where we put everyone's coats. On the beds upstairs of course. Well, in the one room there was still the laundry basket and suitcase that were brought home from the hospital after my mom passed.

I told my dad I'd handle it and take care of anything else that looked out of place. He was fine with it and even let me take some obvious stuff for Goodwill even though my sister wasn't there to oversee the process. He really appreciated me handling it. I'm still pretty irritated with my sister. She wants us all to work our plans around her because she suddenly has inlaws to contend with -- welcome to our world. She wants to be the puppeteer arranging where dad will be on Christmas morning.

I have a hard time with her trying to be our sudden leader when she has been so frozen in place for so long. Don't ask me to follow you if you are the person I have been dragging along.