I'm back on the wagon for Writer's Workshop brought to you by MamaKat. Head over, check it out, participate, read some other prompts. It's fun! I actually rather enjoy this, and am super happy that I can get back to it. Though, I've missed out on my TWOC (Twelve Weeks Of Christmas) post again this week due to not being able to get to the store to pick up the crafty stuff I needed to have the kids make Christmas decorations. Oh well, there's always next week!
Anyways, today I chose the prompt 'A Thanksgiving To Be Remembered'. Let's begin!
This is Thanksgiving 2007. David's dad had moved out, his sister has gotten engaged and has two families to split holiday's between, so we are given the Thanksgiving holiday, and they take Christmas Eve so they can spend Christmas day with Tim's family. I'm excited. I'm going to make a turkey. I can't wait. Oh, and did I mention I was pregnant with Claire at this time? Yeah, that comes into play..Wait for it. I call my mom and ask all the turkey prep questions I need to ask. See, a few years ago, I went to my mother's for Thanksgiving because David was working all week, and she was going to teach me to make a turkey for my family. Long story short, I got the flu and spent the afternoon passed out on nyquil on the couch while Ethan helped grandma make apple pie, so turkey prep class was cancelled. Fast forward to 2007, and I'm on the phone FREAKING out about this turkey. She's telling me tips and tricks and I'm calming.
My friend, Jamie, and I head an hour away to Super Target to get all of our Thanksgiving dinner essentials. I'm chatty and excited about this turkey thing still. I get all our Thanksgiving relish tray needs. I buy way too many eggs for deviled eggs, and I buy what Tim tells me we need to make sweet potatoes since he is coming over early to show me how to make them, and how to prep the turkey. Russet Potatoes are 98 cents for a 5lb bag..SCORE!
Fast forward. It's Thanksgiving morning. It's 8am. I get up and start getting all the relish trays ready. The cheese and crackers are out. The veggies look awesome. The deviled eggs are yummy, and I can tell big time since Ethan is devouring them faster than I can set them down in the tray. Yes, I have a deviled egg tray, and I love it! Tim and Kim show up at 8:30. Tim and I head into the kitchen where we set up the roaster, take the turkey out of the fridge and Tim opens it and starts explaining how to clean it. I look at Tim, I look at the turkey and that's when it happens. I cry. And I'm not talking small tears..I'm talking crocodile tears, big sobs. I, in my weird, hormone crazy, pregnancy state felt bad for the turkey and cried my eyes out. Everyone else laughed at me, and they laughed hard. Poor Tim ended up cooking almost all of the rest of dinner because I couldn't look at the turkey without crying. I managed to eat some of it, but I was a little misty. Why does pregnancy do things like that to you?!
Well, ever since then, whenever Thanksgiving approaches, I get lots of jabs thrown my way. Everyone has a good laugh, including me. The jokes began last week. Since I'm going to be 4 weeks post birth when we do Thanksgiving this year, David's been asking me about meltdown's since I've been known to be hormonal for a good 6-8 weeks post birth as well...Though, I think that's typical for most women.
And, there you have it, my Thanksgiving to be remembered.
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I am not a big crier. When I was pregnant with my daughter Mr Rodgers died. I cried for three days straight. It was totally uncontrollable.
Pregnancy affects everything!!!
Here is to a tear free Thanksgiving!
if everything went as planned and all were well what would we have to remember? nothing
Ahh.. these are the holiday family remembers... nothing better than a little humiliation to bring a family closer.
My Aunt made an impact one year, forgetting to remove the guts from the bird before it cooked, and once it was on the table being carved by my dad, we all wondered what the papery stuff in our breast meat slices were.
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