It’s
the morning after, and I’m so tired and I’m so sore, my hair even hurts.
Thanksgiving is a LOT of work!
I
had planned on eating at six last night, and I think I did pretty well. We were
only about fifteen minutes behind schedule, and I only forgot one thing. We sit
down at the table, four people short of who I thought was coming, and my
husband asks, “Where’s the stuffing?” Dang it! The one thing I didn’t have
prepped because it only takes a few minutes and I didn’t want it to take up
oven space. So, while everybody’s dishing out, I go make the stuffing.
DISCLAIMER: I used to actually make stuffing and it would take quite a bit of
time to make, but everyone loves Stove Top, so I figured stuffing was one
corner I could cut and not feel guilty about it.
So,
stuffing crisis averted. We all had a yummy meal. I broke out the containers
and divvied up all the leftovers, so everyone walked away with another
Thanksgiving dinner, including leaving enough home for the four of us. I loaded
the dishwashers once, started doing the remaining dishes by hand, my daughter
unloaded the dishwashers, I loaded them again, and then finished the last
dishes by hand.
It
is mind blowing how many dishes get used for Thanksgiving. Before dinner, all
of the dishes I had used to prep the food where already washed and put away,
several of the pots were washed, and the turkey roaster was washed. The four
loads of dishes were just the plates, glasses, silverware and serving dishes we
used.
Now
today, I get to put all this stuff away…yeah. For the holidays, like I’m sure
many people do, I pull out the good china, so all of that needs to be packed
away again. I also use my aunt’s pots to prepare, so they need to get stored in
the basement again. The folding tables need to get dragged outside and the
furniture needs to be put back in place. (We don’t have a dining room, so our
Thanksgiving dinner takes place in our family room.) The floor needs to be
mopped, the vacuum needs to be run, and then I get to drag all the Christmas
stuff upstairs because tomorrow we are having our tree decorating party. Just
shoot me now…please.
Other
than going to the grocery store to pick up some stuff I need for tomorrow, I am
NOT Black Friday shopping. My daughters, on the other hand, are out with their
grandmother, aunt and cousins at Jersey Gardens. My son PJ and his girlfriend
Alex are out, God knows where, shopping; and my husband is off to work, so he’ll
be out in the mess as well. No thank you. What about you? Are you braving the
crowds?
One
last funny story before I close, I took the dog out this morning just as it was
getting light out. I heard a strange noise and I looked up toward the sound.
Directly overhead was a navy and red hot air balloon. It took a minute for
Colby to spot the balloon, but when he did he went bat guano. He was wagging
his tail so hard his body was literally shaking, and he was barking his head
off. (I’m sure the neighbors just loved that at 6:30 in the morning.) Colby
wanted to get at that balloon in the worst way, and I had a devil of a time
getting him back in the house. My dog is such a nut!
Okay,
I’m off to Ireland. I have less than 1,800 to go, so I’ll probably be finished
today. Even if I finish today, I will still post one last chapter tomorrow for
you to read. I want to thank you all again for reading as I wrote. I don’t
think I would have made my NaNoWriMo goal if you hadn’t been.
I
hope you have a fabulous day. Safe and productive shopping if you are out there
in the insanity. And, Happy writing!
Your Last Challenge
was to spend a wonderful day with your family. I hope you all took me up on my
challenge!
Your
Next Challenge is:
Tell a little something about you and the holidays – what makes
them special for you, a tradition you’re pretty sure is only done by your family,
you’re little holiday secret, whatever you’d like to share.
You have 10 minutes (be honest). There is no right or wrong,
just write. Spelling and punctuation don’t count and NO ONE is allowed to
criticize what someone else has written. Go.
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