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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Great post. Sounds just like a day in my house, except my house is full of boys!
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American men’s two thoughts are sex and Nascar. Okay, maybe football too.
OMG!! That is truly great!! And sooo on target…
Yeah, MEN…like CanadianBloggerGirl and Polly said, the second we’re on the phone or busy, suddenly NOW is THE time!! And yes Polly, they actually cannot figure it out and actually get offended!! LOL
This was fantastic!! Thanks ModernMom!!
We only have one son right now, but I grew up as the 3rd child in a family with 4 children. I KNOW the chaos you described. I miss loud crazy holiday mornings, but I am enjoying quiet ones while I have them.
Josh, God love him, will do other things beside football and sex, if I write it in a list on the dry erase board. And remind him. Multiple Times.
Haha! Glad you had a good holiday!
Oh god hilarious, why is it always when we are most rushed that we get propositioned….and they wonder why they get rejected…
LOL! I cannot bring myself to even think about Thanksgiving!
You are funny more than sometimes! LOL
Too hilarious! It’s all geared around those two things. It’s not hard to see the wheels a-turnin’ in that brain of his. Hope you have/had a Happy Thanksgiving!
You made me laugh with this one. How is it that husbands manage to avoid all the work and turmoil?
So what you’re saying is, life as a mom doesn’t get easier as the kids age?? Now I’m majorly bummed.
Happy Canadian Thanksgiving Day. This post actually has me semi dreading our American Thanksgiving day! 🙂
Not all men are like that. Take me for example…..sex and baseball. LOLOLOLOL
I forgot you are Canadian – hope it was (eventually) a nice, relaxing Thanksgiving day for you. And, just know that in a little over a month, those of us south of the border will be re-enacting your day! LOL
BTW, men in South Georgia are the same… only you can add fishing and hunting to your list. haha
Too funny. This is us every time we all try to get out the door to any event! Love the horse picture!
lol.. great post dear!!!!
uuuggghh.. men, so would love to whop with a frying pan sometimes!!!
hope your thanksgiving is wonderful.. and from reading this post.. maybe i should start for ours next month.. like now!!!