Last week was a very stressful week, and PD and stress do not mix well.
Usually I am NOT a stressed out person.
But the Jewish New Year is enough to stress ANYONE out. Sort of like cooking a Christmas dinner, but a different menu.
The family comes over, the house must be tidy, a special meal must be cooked.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, Yon and I have a very small family; 10 were expected, with a niece in Israel, and we ended up with 11 with a last minute guest. Not huge at all, but still, 11 or 51, a meal must be cooked.
With all 3 males at work on Wednesday, I was left with the job of doing EVERYTHING.
I had bought all the food, and chosen my menu, (exclusively from The Yavneh Cookbook), so that I didn't need to run out to buy anything on the day.
But just looking at the unmade food made me worry about how to turn it into a special meal.
I made the soup and an entree on Tuesday.
But by Wed morning, I was in a bit of a panic.
To top it off, a cold snap made it unpleasant to go outdoors.
No one had thought of buying me Challas (bread), so out I trooped to get them.
I was in quite a tizz when my South African friend and neighbour, Ros, dropped by with an amazing cake.
Needless to say, that afternoon my other niece, Bianca, came to help me, and by 4pm all was done, but still, I sometimes wonder if my husband and sons forget that I am just 8 weeks out of surgery.
When I show signs of not coping, or snap, my husband says that my personality has changed.
Perhaps the surgeon should have programmed me to be a Steppford Wife?