Wednesday, October 29, 2008

If it's not one thing...'s my mother.
She's coming to town tomorrow, which means one of two things: 1) I will suddenly give in to the urge to paint a room/start some other ridiculously messy project; or 2) go into a baking frenzy. It's some sort of defense mechanism. Last time she was here, I did both.
I am sure there's some perfectly rational explanation in an abnormal psych textbook somewhere. In the meantime, the Pane Toscana has been mixed and is in its preliminary 18-hour rise phase.

We will eat well this weekend, at any rate.


The Digital Hairshirt said...

C'mon, Kit - deep cleansing breaths!

Kasia said...

Oh, dear - I'll say a Hail Mary for you... :-)

Funny story about my grandmother when her mother came to visit: she was nine months pregnant with my mother, it was August in Mississippi, and before her mother came to help with the delivery and dear grandmother got down on hands and knees and scrubbed her kitchen floor, because she couldn't bear to have her mother see her kitchen floor dirty.

It seems to be a daughter-mother thing, whatever it is.

swissmiss said...

I feel for you. My PIL are coming tomorrow to see the kids all dressed for Halloween. We just spent last weekend at their house, so this is getting to be a little too much dysfunctional family time :)

Will have to check out the bread recipe!

Tara said...

I will pray for you! Just remember everything passes!

Kit said...

Thanks bread failed to rise for no apparent reason (first time for everything!). Had to make more. First evening has been relatively uneventful, and I am resisting efforts to discuss more than superficial family issues.

Am currently stress-eating chocolate just before midnight. Should make for some interesting dreams...