"More turkey, Mr. Chander?"
Sure, the general idea of it being a time to give thanks and eat yummy food and spend time with loved ones is a wonderful idea in theory...but somehow this year my Thanksgiving took a detour south of wonderful and ended up being so stressful that I found myself screaming at my husband at 9:30 in the morning that I WILL PUT UP THE VACUUM WHEN I AM READY TO PUT UP THE VACUUM AND NOT A MINUTE EARLIER! I mean nothing says happy Thanksgiving morning like screaming about the vacuum cleaner right?
So here is what happened.
I got up bright and early to fix my Thanksgiving side dishes which I promised to bring to Chris's family dinner at noon. I noticed that I had a hint of a headache and my stomach was feeling a little wonky too, so I knew that it was crucial that I mind-over-matter myself to have a chipper happy morning of cooking.
Unfortunately, by the time I had stunk my entire kitchen up of hard-boiled egg smell and splashed orange juice and lemonade on my counters creating a nice sticky texture, my headache had decided to kick itself up a notch and I found myself with my head laid down on my dining room table and I had to fight back the tears that were trying to fall.
Because even with all that was already going wrong, I had also just realized that I forgot to get an ingredient at the grocery store for my hash-brown casserole and the rain was pouring down and me and Amelia both still needed baths and I somehow needed all of this to happen before we had to leave in two hours and this was just not going to be a morning that I would be giving anyone any kind of thanks.
Which led to my unfortunate screaming incident when my darling husband called me out for leaving the vacuum out after having to vacuum up the makeup powder that Amelia had poured all over the carpet.
So like I said. After all that drama, maybe Chandler Bing knows what he's talking about after all. Maybe next year I'll ban all Thanksgiving foods in protest and just bring a bag of Funyuns and call it a day.
Or maybe I'll pull a Charlie Brown Thanksgiving. "I can't cook a Thanksgiving dinner! All I can make is cold cereal and maybe toast."
Thankfully, once the Thanksgiving holiday was over, we actually did end up having a lovely lazy long weekend of lounging, sleeping, eating, and repeat. We even managed to throw in a Christmas photo shoot with Lucy and Amelia.
Speaking of Amelia, on Saturday morning, I took her back to Barnes and Noble for story time hour. I just knew that since she was such a darling angel last week and sat so still and quiet during her first story time, that we would without a doubt have a repeat performance. Which is why I told Chris he could sleep in and I would take her by myself. Little did I know, Miss Amelia had other plans in mind for her behavior during story time.
It started off well enough, when we got to BN a little early so we shared a blueberry muffin and cup of milk in the cafe. I thought to myself what a fun sweet tradition we were starting. Then we walked back to the children's area to wait for the story time lady and I let Amelia walk around and look at books and toys while we waited. Well....something happened in the waiting period. The sugar from the muffin must have kicked in because by the time the story lady started reading, Amelia was in full blown hyper mode. She had absolutely NO interest in sitting still and listening to some boring book when there was an entire room of books and toys where she could run back and forth and laugh and point and frolic all the live long day. Needless to say, we didn't make it to the end of story time, and we definitely didn't stick around for craft time either. I told Chris when we got home that last week she was a "Little Emily", but this week she showed her "Little Chris" side.
In addition to the Thanksgiving morning drama and the story time girl gone wild adventure, I've also been stressing about my looming final paper for grad school. It is due on Monday and I've told y'all once that it is a doozy, but seriously. It's a dadgum doozy. It's slowly but surely draining the life out of me and causing me to get premature gray hairs.
So if you're still looking for a good Christmas gift idea for me, think about getting me some new makeup powder, a box of hair dye, or if you really want to show me you love me, come write my term paper for me!
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