We hosted Thanksgiving at our house for the first time ever. I tried some new recipes and everything came together pretty seamlessly. It was a lot of fun and I’m so happy that my family agreed to be crammed into my tiny bungalow like sardines.
On a day that I would normally be stressed out trying to get everything done, I was relaxed and almost peaceful. I found that my life lately has been so full of stress and worry, that the stuffing not getting done was no big deal. My sister spilling half the potato au gratin cream all over the floor? Barely a blip on the radar. How could Thanksgiving possibly be overwhelming when I’ve been dealing with a special needs son? Nope. Not this year.
Actual Thanksgiving Day Conversations or Goings-On:
Skunk Sex. A conversation questioning the exact meaning of “musk” (fragrance or yucky body smell?) somehow turned into comments about skunk sex. You see, one or more skunks live under our house (ask me how i know!) and one evening two were seen out in our front yard having skunk sex. Well, they were “arguing”, so you know they had to have make-up sex later.
My 80 year old grandma was drinking coffee from a mug that read “INITECH”. If you know why that’s funny you’re SO my friend.
I created a new blog for my brother and for my dad. I was in such a blog-spawning mood I was looking for more victims but the only people left either were too old or too stupid (don’t be offended, you guys know who I mean).
Whilst speaking of my blog I had to whisper since the in-laws were in the room. I also had to pretend that my new pretty doesn’t exist because, can you just say, judge much? Oh and I also “didn’t” recently join a gym.
In-laws did NOT ONCE utter a word about the fabulous new job the Hubs just secured. They like to pretend things don’t exist when they get miffy.
I stayed up all night the evening (yes that means I never went to bed!) before Thanksgiving getting our house ready for company, mostly for the in-laws who hadn’t seen our place yet. When they came over they barely said anything about it at all. What a waste.
I am so tired I don’t think I’ll ever recover. I’m already becoming an insomniac from being so sleep deprived from getting up at night with two different kids. Next time I won’t care so much. All I can think about is my bed and now nice and comfy it is. Even when its full of boys (age 27, 2 and 3 months, of course).
Well, I know there was a lot more funny and interesting stuff that happened but Blogger was being a byotch and wouldn’t let me log in for the past 2 days.