I hope you are all as cozy as I am this very moment. What used to be an awful, frantic three months of endurance has evolved into just doing what I love.
You have your fuzzy socks on, right?
I completely ignore Halloween and Christmas and stretch Thanksgiving out into as many weeks as I can get away with. It’s delicious.
I asked a girlfriend yesterday if she was ready for Thanksgiving and she made that face that I put on when words don’t do justice to the injustice of forced festivity.
Who uses the Grinch face for Thanksgiving? Who?
Her family is coming to her house, so she has to clean, cook, rearrange furniture – you know the drill.
She freely admits that they put zero pressure to perform on her lovely shoulders: she does it all by herself.
Now there’s a girl after my own heart!
I know you already saw this video clip on Facebook, but here’s the link anyway, if you want a good laugh.
This used to be me, my kids unanimously agree, although none of us thought it was funny back in the day.
Now I recognize my own special brand of crazy and embrace it.
I don’t do it because I have to. I do it because I like it. And that makes all the difference.
I have been fluffing up my house for two weeks solid and I am in my happy zone, let me tell you, even if it wakes me up at 3am to go over the bottomless list:
- buy canned green beans; no snow peas
- burp the vacuum; suck up drifts of dead ants in basement
- get the giant beanbag up the stairwell; pretend it’s real furniture
- bulk buy toilet paper and kleenex
- remove half cord of wood from property and rake area: just because I can see it from my window
- den curtains: red or ugly nondescript mud brown?
- wall holes: repair or hide with houseplants?
- Ecuador: send the kid or no?
- basketball uniforms cleaned: hot or cold water?
- blog: write one!! write two! get up right now and write them!!
I know there’s not a soul around who cares if I do a single one of these items.
Remember the couches I was determined to buy?
Hubby and I drove in circles until we made a kill two cities away.
I’m not sure why factories feel compelled to manufacture ugly furniture.
Maybe they chat with the clothing industry.
“Make it smoky blue. With fat nail heads. Everywhere. I want to see that sofa gleaming like Vegas when the lights go out. Also, it should render a person unconscious if they flop their head backwards against the cushions.”
I put a tab so large on my credit card (financing is for sissies) I expected it to melt in the swiper machine. This sofa is no small potatoes.
It cost a million dollars.
I plan to count, and when the millionth person sits down on it, we will throw a party, having finally gotten our money’s worth out of the behemoth.
I moved all the house furniture around and then carefully laid out the placement of our sofa sectional on the floor in blue painters tape. I needed a visual.
And we will keep this virtual couch until the real deal arrives and fills the air space.
I keep telling the kids to keep their feet off it. Were they raised in a barn?!
Don’t answer that.
Thanksgiving prep is my perfect alibi.
When else could I be shaking up the house like Yahtzee dice and no one raise an eyebrow?
Build it and they will come.
And they will.
All the family for Thanksgiving and then more family staying through the weekend.
They’re lucky to not be sleeping in virtual beds.
Today I was up to my elbows midwife-ing turkey giblets, because I cook my turkey the day before Thanksgiving. It’s not my original idea (thanks, Flylady) but it’s transformed the day into one with my family and a glass of wine instead of feeling like I’ve been chained to the kitchen (which is not a bad idea per se, but I can do that any day).
No one was hanging over my shoulder rushing me. I enjoyed my tea while setting out pie plates and slicing the golden bird of destiny.
With this tune running through my head:
It’s the most wonderful time of the year…
With the kids mingle-yelling
And everyone telling you
“What a careeeeer!”
It’s the most tea-chugging time of the year
It’s the hip-happiest season of all…
With those furniture needings
And virtual seatings
When friends come to call
It’s the best praying-est season of all…
There’ll be Facebook for posting
Your in-laws for roasting
And Skyping to friends in the snow (haha!)
There’ll be old Viking stories
And tales of the glories
Of recipes long, long ago…
It’s the most wonderful time of the year…
There’ll be movie line know-ing
Our pies we’ll be throwing
When loved ones are near
(throw more brandy!)
It’s the best family time of the year!