Trying to do so much 🥱🥱

The picture above is of one of our kitties waking us up this morning racing through the house then jumping on the bed, tackling Gabe and demanding pets from him.There are truly worse ways to wake up I suppose, though a 10 pound cat landing directly on your chest when you're unaware and just trying to sleep isn't fun. We've both been working our hardest both at work and trying to fet ready for the holidays. It seems like they always sneak up on me and I hate that. It's an especially big deal as we've gotten his parents to finally come to see us for the holidays. I ( of course) want to make the best possible impression on them and show them their son is loved deeply and cared for to the best of my abilities. It absolutely puts a damper on things as his brother and grandma aren't with us anymore. Those wounds are still quite fresh and I do my best to help him focus on the good things he still has. He and I both tend to wallow if allowed to do so. He had another weekend of crazy overtime while his boss stays home,this can't go on. He came home, tired and messy, hugged me, and said " This was such a shitty weekend. God, I need you. " My heart skipped at those words " I need you"; I can't tell you the joy I felt hearing that. As someone who's never really felt needed, that hit me hard. The thing is I need him just as much; he's become the person I run to for absolutely everything, and the one who grounds me and cheers me up. He's my rock and emotional stabilizer at this point. That connection is the best thing I've probably ever felt in my life and it helps both of us get through all the drudgery we have to get through until we can be together again at home. It's starting to get legitimately cold outside and we might get a bit of snow on Thanksgiving. I hope not, as we want everyone to actually make it and his parents are coming from a few hundred miles away. I plan to start setting the table and getting the groceries tomorrow on my way home. I hope we have enough room and food for everyone, as soon as I wake up on Wednesday it's time to start getting ready; I intend to bust out my best cooking moves to impress his parents. I can't tell you how much I want them to like me. I know their son loves me but I want them to like me. That being said, it's going to be a ton of work. Luckily I only work a half day tomorrow and get to go home. Sadly, my beloved isn't so lucky. I can pick up that slack and am more than happy to do so but the amount of cooking and baking is a bit intimidating. I guess that's enough for now.