Yesterday my parents hosted a large family get-together Father’s Day picnic. There were hopes that everyone would have a good time, but there are personalities that get a little difficult under stress, and some folks with mental disorders that make life “interesting” from time to time. My poor mother tries so hard to make everything perfect, and with our nutty family that is simply impossible. She prepares enough food to feed three armies, and is exhausted from the preparation process by the time people arrive, and she is so busy trying to make sure that everyone has a good time that she is stressed to the max. I try to help out as much as I can, setting up tables and chairs and setting the tables with silverware and napkins, and help get the food out of the refrigerator and set up on the counter, and I help with the cleanup later. And I know she is grateful for that, so I’m glad to do it. All in all, if we can get through the day without my mother losing his temper and yelling at someone, it is considered a success, so I think yesterday was a success.
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