Thanksgiving. It's a time to give thanks. And I promise, I will have a thankful post on Thanksgiving. But it's not exactly a simple holiday when you have to cook. Or when you have picky kids.
Here's some things I dread about the holiday.
1. Having to cook all that food.
I hate to cook. I'm also not the neatest cook. Or the quietest. It usually sounds like a tornado is going through the kitchen with the amount of clangs and clinks I make. Tom is constantly shouting out, "Is everything okay in there?"
2. Cleaning up after cooking all that food.
I hate to do the dishes. I normally will load the dishwasher, but sometimes I don't even want to do that.
3. Trying to keep the cats from eating the turkey.
One year Max jumped up and started licking the turkey. Thankfully this was AFTER we had all eaten--but still, I wanted leftovers, yo.
4. Facebook posts where people bitch about those who plan on shopping on Thanksgiving.
Hey, my husband has had to work many a holiday. I know people who have had to work on holidays have told me they are happy to go in because they get paid extra. Also, they want to escape their crazy uncle anyway. I'm not sure if we'll be shopping on Thanksgiving or not. Maybe. We eat early and we're left feeling fat by the evening, so why not get out, walk around, and not feel so fat?
5. Listening to people in your family go, "That looks gross."
Tom and Tommy do not like turkey. Tommy doesn't like most Thanksgiving foods. The only think he really puts on his plate are the rolls. He won't even eat the pie. Who doesn't like pie?! But people with autism are very selective about what they'll eat.
6. Missing other family members.
It's tough to be a military family during the holidays. You can't always visit your extended family. We aren't able to this year. We used to have Thanksgiving with some friends, but they recently moved away. So this year it'll just be us. One year we were able to travel and see Mom and Dad. That's when the photo above was taken. We're a classy family, you see.
7. Feeling inadequate when you see everyone's fancy table settings and decor.
I am awful at decorating. We have chipped plates that we got for a wedding present. Our table never looks magazine worthy because Natalie feels the need to bring all her Play-Doh sets on it. Our floor is usually sticky because someone has spilled something and not bothered to mop it up. We aren't in coordinating outfits and smiling for the camera while in front of a perfectly roasted turkey. I'm usually in sweatpants. Tom is in his gym shorts. The kids might still be in pajamas. And the turkey might still be slightly raw in the center.
Are you ready for Thanksgiving?