Day Ninety Two.

    I will start today's blog with a photo of the gingerbread houses my sisters and I made this last weekend. A loyal reader suggested that it would be nice if I posted a picture since I was mentioning it! My gingerbread house is the one in the back left....the "A Frame" one. To the left of mine is my second to oldest sisters and to the very right of mine is my oldest sisters house. The absolutely stunning one all the way to the right is my twin sisters. I actually really like the way they all came out....I think the way we decorated them pretty much mimics our personalities.
    I woke up this morning very early to the sound of my dog throwing up so I had to quickly get out of bed to make sure to clean it up. I hate to sound disgusting but if I don't clean it up soon enough she starts to eat it back up....eww! Anyway, I went back to bed because it was only about 5:15am and got to work on time this morning. It was another hectic day at work which went by pretty fast and I though it was also very productive. Once I got out of work, which was actually on time today, I headed right to the store to get the things I needed to make dessert for the next few days celebrations. I also stopped in at Hallmark and I am very proud of the fact that I picked up Christmas presents for both of my good friends at work with whom I exchange gifts with....I am glad I decided to go!
    As soon as I saw the Bethlehem DPW work trucks on my street when I came home I knew there was trouble. I went in my house and immediately turned the water on and nothing happened:( I went back outside to get the rest of my things and asked one of the workers how long the water would be off for and he said two hours! I guess there was a water main break on the street across from my house. I almost instantly started to cry because I really had a lot to do tonight. I texted my boyfriend and then he called me back to try to calm me down. In a lot of ways I kind of wish he hadn't of called me because instead of making me feel better he was just making me feel worse. He kept going on about what a non-issue it really was and that all the things I was going to do tonight really didn't have to be done, so he wasn't sure why I was stressing. I tried to explain to him that I had promised people that I would make desserts and that it's important to me to uphold my promises. The water ended up coming back on around 6:30pm but it really put me about an hour and a half behind on everything I wanted to do. Once the water came back on I put a load of laundry in, took a shower, and then folded laundry from the day before. Finally at that point I was able to start baking.
    I feel like the most frustrating part of the whole situation really was the fact that my boyfriend was acting as if I don't suffer from severe hand washing OCD. Some times I wonder if he even takes my condition seriously or if he thinks it's just something I dream up. I feel like not having water really is the worst nightmare for someone with my particular type of OCD and he should be lucky I didn't go into a full blown panic attack. There are times when it would be okay for me not to have water but right when I get home from work is not one of those times. Ugh, anyway I forgot to mention another thing that was bothering me last night which was the fact that my Mother told me on the phone she had fallen right before she went to Florida. She didn't tell me or my sisters because she didn't want us to be worried about her. I feel so terrible because this last year it's just been one thing after another for her. She was in a pretty good mood and said she was doing a lot better so hopefully this doesn't keep her sore too long. Alright I guess that's it for now!