I am procrastinating. Big time. I should be cleaning my bathrooms in preparation for the tide of relatives that will begin to swell tomorrow. Instead, I am sitting here blogging, still in my pj's, cramming blueberry muffin in my mouth, listening to Loretta Lynn extol the virtues of scrubbing clothes on a "washboard evr'y day" and feeling so grateful that I have a washer and dryer. (Because if I had to scrub clothes on a washboard every day, my kids would be wrapping themselves in dishtowels and bark by now.)
Thanksgiving is Rob's favorite holiday, because it's all about sharing the warmth of love and gratitude, and not about getting gifts. So we like to have everyone here for the big meal, but with 20+ people coming, I have to bring my A-game. (with me it's more like my Type-A game, but you knew that) And when it comes to organizing, I got mad skillz -- my office supply fetish ensures that I have copious amounts of paper for all my lists -- and I enjoy cooking, so that is the fun part for me.
But this year, I am kind of feeling a little slow on the uptake. I know that this will lead to what we call "the entertaining blitzkrieg," in which we run around like we are unhinged doing all kinds of things right before people walk in the door - like scrubbing baby spit-up off the sofa cushions. And not fresh baby spit-up, either, the old really stained spots that I would be tempted to hide by flipping the cushion over, except that there is a bigger and even more stubborn, mysterious stain on the other side. (Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about . . .)
But I know things will all work out, and even if they don't go perfectly, I don't think people will mind (ok, they might be a little miffed if there is no turkey, but I"ve got that covered). And besides, The Boy just came upstairs to inform me that he is planning on wearing his new stripey underwear for Thanksgiving because he wants to "dress up" -- apparently, the power of festive undergarments cannot be denied.
So, my dear, lovely folks, if I am not back here until after the turkey carcass has gone into the freezer, have a wonderful Thanksgiving, wherever you are. May we all have full bellies and full hearts, and thank God that we have been blessed to have them.