I’ve been sitting here for a good hour now trying to plan all my Thanksgiving meals. Around here, Thanksgiving is best thought of as a several-day-long holiday. So there’s a lot to think about.
I have diddly-squat done.
This is not for a lack of desire nor of effort. I’ve actually been thinking quite a bit about Thanksgiving while I painted my living room and my hallway this weekend. [They look great, thanks.] So I knew where to start. But when you know that I think of Thanksgiving as T-Day, you see that I need a plan of attack for all these meals. Like, a schedule for the week that tells me when I should do prep work for each dish. What shopping should be done on which day. What time each dish goes into the oven or when it should be cooked.
And what have I gotten done? At his insistence, I’ve checked the 2yo’s diaper 3 times in the past hour. [Finally, there was a reason to do so this last time.] I’ve let the dog out so she would stop barking incessantly. I’ve closed the blinds so she would stop barking incessantly at me to come back in 5 minutes later. I’ve helped the 2yo start a movie. I’ve made him move his chair back from the TV.
I’m ready for a nap.
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I actually watched Martha’s Thanksgiving show on Fine Living the other night. It involved stuff like shellacking (sp?) gourds for the centerpiece. Washing, I can accept, I can even think about rubbing them down with oil, but shellac? Not in this house.
Oh, and her cranberry wreath was gorgeous until she said it MIGHT last a week if the conditions were ideal.
I have to thank you for posting this. I do feel lots better now. :)
I am going to make another attempt at Thanksgiving planning tonight. My mom is after me to tell her what she can bring, and I don’t know the answer yet!!