It's not all fun and games

Alice and I cooked up a party for last night. Their children were visiting and we were celebrating summer birthdays. My daughter's birthday is today and she had requested peach cobbler and was excited to come, but she and her husband were having some contention and she had found out that someone had been using her debit card and she was saying things like "Why do I work so hard? Why don't I just use people's debit cards?" My daughter was at my house trying to cool off from her husband, but the air conditioner is out. Everyone was in a foul mood. Even me. My daughters decided not to go to the party and I was fine with it since I wasn't too excited about it myself. But I had to go through with it. I had spent the morning making takoyaki at a reunion and squeezing fresh limes for fresh limeade, and trying to peel cling peaches for the cobbler but ended up buying canned peaches, and making a fruit salad, all the while just throwing things around the kitchen, forgetting about the clean-as-you-go concept. But I went knowing it would be stressful and it was.