Thanksgiving has always been a complicated holiday for me. It’s a holiday that carries a lot of emotional baggage in our family for a variety of reasons that are all (mostly) water under the bridge now. Our traditional, everyone together Thanksgiving disbanded about 15 years ago. And since then, there has never been a true Turkey Day tradition. We’ve skipped around to different houses, eating with different people and it was always fine. My siblings were with their in-laws and for the most part, my Thanksgiving was some combination of me, Babyface and my parents trying to figure out where the turkey was being carved this year. (If you are wondering where my in-laws fit into this, they are 1000 miles away and Canadian Thanksgiving is celebrated 6 weeks earlier).
If I’m being totally honest, I dread Thanksgiving the way a lot of people dread birthdays. It will never live up to what it is “supposed” to be.
For me, Thanksgiving isn’t the warm, comforting, food-filled holiday that so many people experience. And while that may sound sad, it really isn’t. The truth is, Thanksgiving fell to the wayside in my childhood, and this type of hodge-podge Turkey Day is all I really know. This, I’m sure, is why I put so much stock into Christmas. Christmas in my family is warm, comforting, food-filled and traditional. Everyone has always been around. It happens the same way every year. There are traditions, plans and schedules. It’s a constant. Christmas is stability. Thanksgiving is turmoil.
This being said, I hope I can change these feelings for my kids. I think traditions and consistency make a holiday what it is and I want to be able orchestrate that for my future family. But for now, I enjoy a nice dinner with whomever, wherever we end up.
Now that that is off my chest (and you can see the feelings I was dealing with), I can tell you about my holiday!
I started off yesterday bounding out of bed and ready to go for a run. Too bad it was POURING outside and our gym was closed. Oh well. Skipped that idea and instead got dressed in my T-Day finest. Vibrams and yellow pants. Seriously. The Vibrams were SO comfy. Even though I was on my feet a lot of the day!
Babyface whipped us up a super big and special Thanksgiving breakfast. You know that idea of skipping breakfast to eat more on Thanksgiving? Bullhockey! You need to stretch your stomach and jumpstart your metabolism to feel hungry later. Big breakfast it is.
Scrambled eggs, hash browns, half a piece of toast with PB and grilled banana, a few orange slices and milk.
Started our 2 hour drive to my Memaw’s house. Only one quick stop at McDonalds for a bathroom break and some hot chocolate.
Man it was MISERABLE outside. Cold and pouring rain. We had all kinda of weather yesterday, I woke up to a tornado warning. And by the time I went to bed last night the temp had dropped to 25° and it was sleeting.
When we were about an hour away from our destination, we got a scary call about a medical emergency that put a big hitch into our dinner plans. We kept on going and arrived at my Memaw’s house to wait for word for a few hours. Dinner was put on hold while I anxiously waited by the phone. Finally we got the call that everything was just fine and we joyously leaped into action to finish dinner! Phew.
After such a scare, we all needed a little wine.
Our nerves were all so frazzled that everyone had a case of the dropsies.
My plate : turkey, mashed taters + gravy, green beans, dressing and HALF A PLATE of dumplins. Because that’s the best part.
And my bread plate : roll (which I didn’t eat), cranberry applesauce, red wine soaked deviled egg and a little bit of red and green jello. Which is amazing and you wouldn’t understand it you weren’t a member of my family. And I’m totally having it for breakfast this morning.
And a glass of white wine.
And a cute Babyface in his Thanksgiving sweater.
After much carbo-loading, we sat down to divvy out leftovers and clean up. My chair of leftovers. Seriously, I don’t think I’ll need to cook all week.
The weather was quickly taking a turn for the worse. There were flood warnings abound and the temperature was dropping. We had a two hour drive in the dark on some scary roads, so we decided to pack dessert to go and head back.
The drive wasn’t horrible, but definitely not fun. We saw quite a few high water signs, but never came across any flooding on the roads (but lots of flooding in yards and farmland). We must have left at just the right time. We came home, ate some pumpkin pie and put in one of our favorite Christmas movies, Love Actually.
Today is officially the first day of the Christmas season, so MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS! We’re off to the gym and then to get our Christmas tree. Squee!