Tuesday
counts, right? Lol.
Survived
Thanksgiving. Both. The inlaws didn’t start getting squirrely
until after dessert, so I call that a win.
Some bickering, some yelling, some heated tempers, but not an all out
scene or tantrum. We left shortly after
the flare up, so it wasn’t too bad.
Then, I
cooked all day for Thanksgiving at my house.
Everything turned out well. My
dad and brother came over. They didn’t
leave the moment the plates were cleared.
They didn’t stay for pie, but we were all too full, really, so I sent
some home with them. Along with
containers of turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, yams, spinach.
My
daughter and her husband did not come so it was just the four of us. I will call it cosy rather than small and
sad. The holidays do bring sadness,
missing people who we wish were there with us.
I guess it’s best to acknowledge the absence, reflect, and have
pie. I don’t know. What works for you?
