It’s nine days until Thanksgiving. It sounds like a lot of time.
But I feel it closing in.
I was talking with Mom this morning about Thanksgiving. We’re having her, of course. My sister is coming in, as well as Mr. Hoagie’s brother and parents.
We didn’t exactly issue invitations…actually, I’m not really sure how we ended up hosting. If it’d been up to me (which it wasn’t), it’d be a VERY low key Thanksgiving.
My sister’s coming in this Friday so that she can watch the kids so Mr. Hoagie and I can celebrate an early anniversary (it’s November 30th). She’s great…the only family member who helps me keep my sanity.
My sister coming in early has been planned for months. Originally Mr. Hoagie and I planned a weekend trip to Vegas, but we couldn’t find affordable airfare. Now nothing’s planned. A bed & breakfast? Maybe a 4 star downtown hotel via Priceline? Who knows. Maybe just dinner & a movie at this rate if we’re lucky.
My brother-in-law is flying in Tuesday night, and my in-laws are arriving Wednesday. Mr. Hoagie’s parents, remembering an overcrowded Thanksgiving two years ago, wisely opted for a hotel. They’re planning to take the girls for a sleepover there for a night or two.
So no one will be able to bring a dish. I might get some kitchen help, but I’m lousy at delegating. And the last few Thanksgivings, I mashed my own potatoes, brined my own turkey and baked rolls from scratch. No pressure, right?
I’m fantasizing about ordering the whole thing from HoneyBaked Ham, but I think too many people would be disappointed and/or offended.
I’m so not in the mood for Thanksgiving.