Well, the bread is baked (six loaves this year) and the dessert is made for Inlaw Eve, and the presents are wrapped and the stockings are stuffed.  The dishes still need to be done, and the laundry needs to be folded, but I am exhausted. Bleh.

My niece came over to help with the bread/learn how to make it, so that was cool. She only stayed through one set of loaves, but she had stuff to do, I understand. My folks are in town, dropped off some food for tomorrow and went out to dinner and a movie while Dave and Ihead over for the annual fire hazard that is Inlaw Eve.  I did feel a little validated though, when my niece started complaining about the space issue without my prompting. In addition to the people of last year, the babies are both now toddlers, and 2 adults are being added to the mix. Oh, and I’m pregnant, so adding to the mass of people. I do NOT know how much longer we can squeeze into that place for this event, and I’ve offered to transition it to our house, but I think my MIL has some independence thing wrapped up in it, as well as some weird thing that the other residents of her seniors apartment building get to see how much her family loves HER.

But seriously, 15 people in a 10×12 room. I’m not kidding.  This year, instead of subway sandwiches, they ordered finger sandwiches. Greeeeaaaatttt. And we still have to pay,AND they still asked me to make dessert, which I did, happily. I mean, finger sandwiches and chips? Sigh. I cannot even begin to imagine NEXT year, with a baby added to the mix. Everyone wondered if the niece would bring her boyfriend, and she told me she didn’t want to subject him to it. I mean, it’s FIFTEEN PEOPLE in a 10×12 room. And it is hotter than hell. Plus, i’m already fearing people coming at me to touch the belly (especially since Dave mentioned to his mom last week that Im feeling movement.) No touching! But since it’s going to be like a subway car at rush hour, there will be no place to back away. UGGGGHHH. Already sweating.

Man, I hope Santa comes while we’re gone and folds my laundry.