It's taken me two weeks to recuperate from Thanksgiving. We drove all over the southeast like crazy people. We spent two days with Dan/Daddy's family and two days with mine. I took tons of family pictures, ate carbs like they were going out of style, and learned a really inappropriate song from my nephew.
The drive from my parents' house to our own should take about six or seven hours, but on the Sunday after Thanksgiving, it took twelve. Most of the trip we inched along at a blistering 11 mph. We even saw two cars get into a minor accident, and when the drivers got out to check the damage, the traffic started moving. They shook hands, hopped right back into their cars, and kept going. No dented bumper was worth spending any more time on that highway.
Thankfully, we had Adele to sing us through the hours of torture. (Y'all. That girl can sing.)
We also listened to every Christmas CD we own. (Yes, we still listen to CD's like it's 2005.) I took a video and sent it to my sis-in-law to show her the nightmare of a traffic jam we were in, but I didn't realize you could hear the music playing in the background. I also captured Dan/Daddy's excitement when we got up to 14 mph. It's the little things.
I read 36 back issues of People, filed my nails, debated the Presidential race, made too many "to do" lists, and cleaned out my purse. We eventually made it home and spent another hour unloading the car. I'm getting too old for this.
I am looking forward to the day everyone comes to my house for the holidays. I want to drag out all the extra chairs, forget to buy ice, make way too many desserts, and feed all my people. I told the boy I'm excited for the days he brings home friends from college, and I can drive them batty offering "one more piece of pecan pie."
Since Thanksgiving, the whirlwind of holiday madness has descended. If you are one of those calm, organized, "I finished my shopping in August" people, just pray for me. I have decided the holidays would be easier if we could stop all the regular activities and just do Christmas-y stuff. I can't keep up with laundry, grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, errand running, soccer practices AND do all the holiday stuff. It's either one or the other. If the Christmas presents get bought and the cookies get made, then there's a good chance the dog hasn't been fed, the towels need to be washed, and someone ate cereal for dinner. Here's where I give a big ol' shout-out to all the working moms who have grown-up jobs on top off all that other stuff. Who am I to complain?
In other holiday news, I gave in to the yard decorating pressure I avoided for a long time. I have always liked white lights and simple decorations outside. Well guess who threw caution to the wind and dragged home two yard inflatables? This girl. My elf helper was excited.
In case you think I'm starting to get it all together... While we were setting these up, the dog ate up all the cat's food, and a rotisserie chicken I had forgotten to take in the house leaked chicken juice into my car. My yard looks festive, but my car smells like roasted chicken. It's one or the other.
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