I usually love Thanksgiving. If you are lucky, the weather is perfect, your kids behave, and you have a moment to reflect on what you are really thankful for. It’s an opportunity to bounce from house to house visiting with family while stuffing your face with turkey and indulging your sweet tooth. Perfection.
Reality. There is a little work that has to be done to get this “perfect” little family out the door.
My morning goes like this.
Get the girls in the shower.
Shake my head and start negotiation with the pre-teen. That is not the outfit I put out for her.
Remind both girls that they need to dry your hair BEFORE they put on their good clothes. Wet shirts. Not cute.
Start my list of complaints:
Who left the dog outside?
Did you feed the cat?
Can someone PLEASE help me with this salad?
No, you do not have time to play just one more computer game, and turn the TV off. Now.
No I don’t know where your other shoe is. How does a kid lose 1 shoe?
Seriously? Who ate my toasted pecans? They were for the salad.
No, you can not have pie now, it is for dessert.
I don’t know why we have pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving go and ask your Father…he is not doing anything.
Girls. I need to have a shower.
What…how is it that we have to leave in 20 minutes and I still have not figured out what to wear.
It is official I hate everything in my entire closet.
Please, please tell me my camera battery is charged.
Pack the purse..I can do make-up on the way.
Fix the girls hair.
Pack salad, dessert, camera, brush, sweaters, PJ’s, tylonel…what am I forgetting.
Crap. We need gas.
Finally get to the car.
Of course. Sweetgirl has to pee. Back in the house.
I have spent from 8am until 10:30am running around like a crazy person. Determined to set this family up for success. The goal. To arrive at the in-laws farm for our first of two Thanksgiving meals looking calm, cool and collected and ready to enjoy our day.
I am exhausted, but it’s fine because we look good and are ready to enjoy some family time even if it kills us!
Suddenly it dawns on me. What has the Hubby done this morning?
Said Good Morning. Tried talking me into sex.
Scratched. Tried talking me into sex.
Had a shower…asked me if I wanted to join him.
Checked his fantasy football stats.
Saw me running around like a crazy person..thought he’d ask if some “cuddling” time would help.
It’s official. Men can only think about 2 things.
Sex and Football. Sigh.
Hope all you Canadian’s had a fabulous Thanksgiving, managed to dodge your needy Hubby’s and arrived safe and sound at your family events. My American friends…I wish you luck next month!
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LOVE this post! Totally cracked me up. You should have your own sitcom. Seriously. LOL!
Ummm…and you are funny ALL the time! 😉
This cracked me up! My husband is that SAME way…sex, football, food, sex, food, sex, football. It never changes. Hope you enjoyed your holiday!
Too funny! Mine cooks the turkey.
Perfection is exhausting. Hope you guys had a wonderful time.
Ha. So, so true!
lol.. great post – totally know what you mean, except my husband also likes to lie in bed, pretending to sleep while I know he’s listening to all the chaos going on – then when I’ve managed to organize the kids and myself, THEN he decides to start getting ready: what a great way to drive me up the wall!
Story of my life. This happens to me all of the time not just Holidays.
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Sounds like a chapter right out of the story of my life. Seriously. Men are so predictable.
Whoa, who are those two beautiful horsies there!
(trying to distract from the man-boy antics)
Seriously, if my hubby acted like that I’d have a come to jesus meeting with him and believe you me he wouldn’t have any unbroken fingers to take notes with!
All in my fantasies 😀
Great post!! I loved this one and it’s all so true. I remember those days when my kids were young. I mother works harder then anyone else and just doesn’t get enough credit for it!
This is so funny. Apparently your hubby isn’t getting enough sex either. Maybe he should commiserate with mine.
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Hillarious! But so true about the men! Reminds me of what my husband will be doing or trying to do next month:)
Oh my god, every household is the same. Even those in other countries (I am in Australia) and yes I run around like a crazy person most the time, my husband wonders why I’m always tired and yes he harassess me just as you described!
Thanks for always putting a smile on my face and reminding me my life is ‘just normal’.
LOL.
Sex and football? For them, there is NOTHING else!!!