My feet hurt. I stood most of the day in my kitchen, twirling in confusion (what to do first, what to do next?) and then marching with conviction (pie crust . . . I will make pie crust).
Can we just discuss pie crust? I find it very frustrating to make. Even when I follow directions perfectly, I never seem to have quite enough dough and then my edges are less than perfect. What am I doing wrong? I want my pie crust to look perfect and taste perfect. Mostly, I want it to look perfect.
I guess I don’t really love pie or I would have already perfected making crust.
I cannot believe how long it takes to prepare for Thanksgiving. And why does my family insist on eating food–including dinner–the day before Thanksgiving? It’s so annoying to create food today when I have so much to create for tomorrow. And let’s not even talk about dirty dishes.
True story: I bought new silverware. My wedding silverware had dwindled to so few pieces (literally, three forks!) that I bought some utilitarian forks and spoons from Costco–the stuff that you’d see on a buffet line, I suppose. It’s serviceable but that’s it. And now with Thanksgiving company . . . I just needed some decent silverware. I am going to squirrel that stuff away so my kids don’t nick spoons in the garbage disposal and toss forks into the trash. (Where are the forks? I know the dish ran away with the spoon, but did the fork run away with the socks?)
Yesterday, I took my daughter to Disneyland and we had the most fantastic time. We really have perfected our technique for seeing and doing as much as possible, even on crowded days. It’s all about fast passes, riding fast-loading rides early in the day and single-rider lines. But by the end of the day, my feet hurt. Mostly, my baby toe hurt because the day before I bashed it into a piece of furniture. My poor baby toe.
Today my 17-year old son was playing Christmas music on his phone while playing Super Smash Bros. on a Nintendo Wii. My 13-year old daughter is dreaming about what she wants for Christmas.
I have no Christmas spirit. (Probably because my feet hurt.) My Christmas tradition is to dread dragging the Christmas decorations into the house.
Lest you think I am a Thanksgiving whiner, I’d like to say . . . well, yes. I am feeling fairly whiny. This is the voice of exhaustion and a painful baby toe.
Also, it’s 1:28 AM and I need to be up wrestling two 12-pound turkeys into the oven by 10 AM.
I am ever so thankful for my blessings, for my readers, for my friends, for my family, for this blog . . . and for so much more.