The Perfect Receiver of Generosity

I like to think that when family come over to help paint almost the entire interior of our for-sale house (Thanks, Mom and Dad), or help me install a washing machine and dryer in the same, also-for-rent house (Thanks, J and J), that I am a jovial, relaxed, fun person to work with.

But I’m not. Instead, I’m a worrisome, fretful, snippy, stressed wretch just wishing to be rid of the whole deal.

The house, that is–not my family. (Just to clarify.)