My suffering? Ok.
One of my pancakes was raw on the inside and I didn't want to sound like an ungrateful shit (and I already was eating it/put syrup on it) so I continued eating
Mom accidentally slammed the female turtle against a wall, due to the small kitchen space of the apartment and I checked the turtle for scratches in her shell: None
Mom and I don't feel physically well but I will help her make dinner rolls and peel potatoes.
Update 1: Warning Long
Yesterday, we were planning on making dinner rolls, but the dough didn't rise so it was tossed into the trash.
I was demanded to change from YouTube on Roku to Live TV, particularly Channels 5 and 50.3. Remote stopped working and I informed her, and she changed it herself.
Have to fill up on water for two days for an upcoming lab, and basically bitched at for daring to frequent the bathroom.
Mom freaked out over me putting a used tasting spoon into the sink, mistaking it for the spoon for the minced garlic sauce (subtle secret ingredient) for mashed potatoes. She also ranted about the fiancé wanting to add mayo onto the mashed potatoes instead of butter/heavy whipping cream, and the matter was settled when he tasted it.
As I was getting butter from the fridge door, she instructed me to get it from the exact same place.
More mother rants about how fiancé refuses to learn about technology and quickly loses his patience over using the Clipboard to send multiple messages to his family.
Three items burned: The two pecan crusts of the sweet potatoes and the skin of the turkey (Might've had some depersonalization), and was not allowed to express, "I'm trying to steady the yellow squash" because "I've already had one freakout from him, I don't want another from you."
>Solution: Withdraw Further
Also, almost tempted to give more messes from family friends.
Silver Lining: We gave food to an elderly neighbor spending Thanksgiving alone.