When it feels as if the entire universe is shitting on you, some resentment is only to be expected.

That does rather sum it up!

The compromise, subject to change, is that Mother is doing most of the decorating, there will be no tree (that's Dad's job, and he is Otherwise Occupied), and I'm doing all the cooking. Mother is willing to do all the shopping if I give her a list, but I think I'm also going to be making things ahead of time, to keep me busy instead of worrying and to give me more free time up there.