It’s the middle of the night or super dark thirty depending on how you look at it..

Unprecedented.  In the history of me, never have I had my first cup of coffee at 3:32am.  Never, unless maybe I was trying to sober up, but I can’t, in the history of me, remember ever being drunk enough to navigate coffee for sobriety.  All I can think of is maybe I was at a Denny’s somewhere some time late at night drinking coffee?  But that doesn’t sound right either.

I’m up with the pets and furiously pin’tresting Thanksgiving recipes and crafty little things for place settings.  Not that I am going to follow through with any of it, but I love reading recipes.  It all sounds so delicious and good.  I got a text earlier from my sister Caty asking if I thought anyone would notice the generic stouffer’s stuffing she planned on serving?  Probably not.  It will go great with the jarred gravy Mom whips up after she pours all the bird pan drippings down the garbage disposal.  The cranberry sauce will look beautiful in my Grandma’s lovely bone china serving bowl, but it will go untouched.  We should just save it every year.  Rolls will be covertly eaten because they are delicious but they are bad carbs.  So we sneak them in the bathroom and scarf them down….ah the squash – there she sits with only teaspoons of it going to the plates alongside the chunky mashed potatoes because it makes a sweet food vignette.  If you drown them enough in the jarred gravy, you hardly taste it, it all blends.  I for one love squash and use it as a filler in the big leftover sandwiches I eat for days.   The pies….well, I do document all the pies my dad makes because every year he becomes more like the Picasso – or some artist who paints abstracts- in his pie making ventures.  Last year the lemon meringue glowed in the dark.  This year I am hoping that the chocolate cream pie will have less of a hard shell on top from the pudding box circa 1923 he used to make the filler.  Sometimes he threatens to make an apple pie.  We tell him to go for it, we don’t care, but if he could just peel and chop the apples first, it would be easier for the kids, especially those sporting the primo orthodonture….

Name tags at all plates this year.  This will be helpful when we are yelling at the kids (or dad) and also so we can sit strategically.  I can’t sit across from my brother in law Matt and not fall asleep when he starts ranting about the Bruins.  Especially with turkey having that nap enzyme….last year he went on a tear about the Pats and we had to wake Mom up as her head was bobbing precariously close to the candelabra.

All in all, I am looking forward to Thanksgiving.  I love my family, they are unpredictable and I love the end of the day feeling of jammies, a big bowl of gravy soaked stuffing and Charlie Brown Thanksgiving.  Corey and I do it all again on what we call “Second Thanksgiving” on Friday…only the pies, the pies he makes are truly food porn.

Life is good.

About mermaidmom9https://mermaidmomdotblog.wordpress.comI am me. A middleaged mom on the way dark side of 45 with four kids - 3 are "adulttoddlers" and one STILL in high school....I feel like I have been in high school forever. Anyways, I am almost married to the absolute love of my life and he tolerates the dogs, the kids and my rambling well. Sometimes I think it's because he has earbuds in. Anyhow, in the throes of a midlife crisis, which is basically, I don't want to be anything but independently wealthy and swinging in a hammock on some tropical island I own....and dodging hot flashes- which are definitely not the same as the Caribbean sun...here I am. And here you are if you found me. Welcome to my world.

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