Are you ready for this … ?
I’m thankful Thanksgiving is over.
There. I said it.
I know! Where is my attitude of gratitude??
Actually, I AM grateful for everything, please don’t think that I’m not. But I have a hard time summoning the gratitude attitude when I have to host Thanksgiving dinner.
This hostess with the mostess gets stressed out!
We had everything under control (for the most part) though. Kevin put the turkey into the oven at 11:00 p.m. Friday night (did I mention we had to have our Thanksgiving dinner on Saturday?) and it cooked until 6:00 a.m. the next morning. We have a thermometer that plugs into our oven that is programmed to shut the oven off once the turkey reaches the desired temperature. Which is nice, because we were able to sleep without worrying about the turkey over cooking.
Kevin then carved the turkey and we had it ready to go by 8:00 a.m. We stuck the turkey in our warming drawer, I woke the boys up, straightened the house while they showered and Kevin and I still had time to sit for about thirty minutes and catch our breath while listening to Christmas music.
Our guests were scheduled to arrive at noon. At 11:00 a.m., we heard what sounded like someone walking on the roof – it was because someone WAS walking on the roof. The roof guy just showed up prepared to tweak the roof. We didn’t say anything at first, but when I saw him go to his truck, pull out a tool belt and start gathering equipment, I asked Kevin to tell him that now wasn’t a good time.
We were expecting 15 people in little less than an hour, after all. (Can you imagine being in the middle of the Thanksgiving prayer and trying to thank God for our abundance while competing with mind-numbing hammering? Exactly).
Everyone arrived at noon, we ate, talked …
had pie …
and me, my brother-in-law, my nephew, and Dude played the Settler’s of Catan game …
which lasted three LONG hours …
seriously, THREE HOURS.
It was like the longest Settler’s of Catan game EVER. (Actually, we played the Cities and Knights expansion pack which added to the difficulty level and of course, extended the game).
By the way, I came in last place. My nephew won, Dude came in second and my brother-in-law third.
Everyone stuck around until about 7:00 p.m. and when they left, I ate more pie and collapsed into a coma.
I think I’m still trying to recover.
Kevin LOVES hosting Thanksgiving. Me? Not so much. And it’s not because I don’t like having people over, oh contrare, but rather, it’s A LOT of work. Of course, a lot of that work is self-imposed, meaning that we don’t have to do nearly as much as we do whenever it’s our turn to host the dinner, but it’s fun to use Thanksgiving as our goal to work toward because most of these home improvements would still just be talked about instead of actually done if not for our self-imposed deadline.
I’m quite sure that made sense.
At any rate, we’re DONE with Thanksgiving and we won’t have to host dinner again until 2013.
This kid? Will have graduated from high school by then.
THAT doesn’t blow my mind at all.