Stay-at-home mom blog

This Thanksgiving was rough. K and I were getting over a cold and A was coming down with one. I was up until midnight the night before baking pies. I made fifteen  pounds of garlic mashed potatoes.  Cut, boil, mash, mix, collapse.

Every year we drive an hour west to visit both my family and Mike’s. It’s nuts, but we no nothing else. Every last Thursday of November we pack up in the morning to a noon meal at my Grandmother’s. We fill our stomach’s to overflowing while all the kids have a cousins reunion. They laugh and play out it Gramma’s huge backyard.

After we are done eating an an embarrassing amount of food, we kick a back for an hour or two. We talk with cousins we only see once or twice a year. It’s good to see everyone. Well, almost everyone. There were a few people this year I could have lived another year without seeing. Seriously.

At 3:30 we have to round up and clean the kids up. We go around and give kisses to Gramma, Nana and Papa. The cousins always have to be pried apart. There is whining and hasty sleepovers arranged. It never fails. Just as I think I have everyone geared up and ready to move on, someone is missing. I have to run back in the house and root the straggler out.

Then we go to the in-laws and do it all over again.

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