I'm Sorry. I Can't. Don't Hate Me.
Well, I'm happy to report that today went exceedingly better than yesterday at PJP. Which is good because this morning had me feeling a bit like leaving a post-it note on the front door of PJP Buttonwood that said "I'm sorry. I can't. Don't hate me."
But we got ourselves together fairly quickly this morning and worked our way through a monstrous baking schedule, all while answering no less than one trillion phone calls about ordering pies for Christmas. And here's what I've observed about people in general during this time of year...either a person is completely delightful and happy for us that we are so busy and wish us a wonderful holiday (even if we can't accept their order)...OR, a person is completely disagreeable and are willing to let us know that we are the worst humans EVER for being unable to accommodate their last minute wishes. Sigh. Why can't we all just be nice to each other?
(Speaking of rhetorical questions that have long and complex philosophical answers, why can't we just seem to enjoy one holiday at a time? Last week, I stopped by JoAnn's for wrapping paper and all Christmas decor was 70% off...so I promptly bought all sorts of cute holiday items. And then last night I stopped by JoAnn's to buy bags for our tarts and the entire front of the store has been flipped to feature all spring and garden decor. It is FIVE days before Christmas, JoAnn's. I don't want to look at garden gnomes while listening to Jingle Bell Rock.)
But I digress.
Today was also the last day to ship Jelly Jar pies for guaranteed UPS delivery prior to Christmas. WHEW. Upon delivering our last load of boxes to the UPS store, I instantly felt 80% less overwhelmed to know that of all the things left to do this week, making shipping labels isn't on the list. And whatever Team PJP might face over the next three days, we aren't UPS drivers...which must be exhausting and stressful this time of year (or basically any time of the year, because people have no chill if their Amazon Prime orders don't arrive as scheduled). So there's that as a silver lining.
So to recap, I feel better than yesterday...but am totally over grouchy people, garden gnomes, and shipping labels. I'm sorry. I can't. Don't hate me.