Passover starts tomorrow evening. My house is still being cleaned, and I’ve a guest who will be staying with us for at least a week, and possibly two, whom I shall be picking up at the airport tonight.
I’m hoping that works out well with our little guy. He doesn’t handle disruptions to his routine well at all. And you know, cooking and hosting a seder is quite enough. I really have no interest in fielding an autistic meltdown. Hopefully it won’t happen. At least everyone who is coming knows our son, and won’t crowd him unduly.
I like to cook, I really do. I enjoy having people over, under most circumstances. I do this every year. And you know, someday maybe I’ll manage to carry it off without spazzing over it, but if anything is obvious, it’s that this is not going to be the year.