I knew the day would come when I would have to cook Thanksgiving dinner. I’ve avoided it for 31 years and finally, it is my time of duty as a mother, wife, and daughter to create a memorable, non-dysfunctional, and edible holiday dinner for my loved ones.
Luckily, I don’t have a lot of people to cook for, since this is my first time taking a stab at Turkey Day. I will be having my parents, my mother-in-law, possibly my brother, and my two kids plus one husband, to satisfy this year. That’s a total of 6 adults, 1 kid, and 1 baby. Not bad, not bad at all.
I’ve always enjoyed Thanksgiving Day at the convenience and expense of someone else. Sure, I could handle bringing a dessert or case of pop. But the actual planning and execution of Thanksgiving Day dinner on my shoulders seemed like something that I would never be able to accomplish…That is, until this year.
Ironically, I think I am the busiest right now, at this very moment, than I have been in my entire life. I have a 5-year old, 9-month old, backyard chickens, and a husband, that all need tended to. I also work from home and occasionally have 5 minutes to spend on showering each day.
I mean, I could have hosted Thanksgiving Day dinner at my house in my early 20’s. You know, back in the easy days of only committing myself to a 40-hour work week, then spending the rest of the time as I damn well pleased. If I would have hosted Thanksgiving during my kidless years, I probably would have ended up in the hospital with an anxiety attack. I would have had too much time to worry and stress over every stupid little detail.
In a way, being ridiculously busy is better than having all the time in the world. For starters, people will automatically give me an “honorable effort” ribbon. They know that entering my house on a regular day is like walking into a kids birthday party Discovery Zone. If we get one edible side dish out of the whole meal, I think I will have pleased the whole gang.
Here’s a picture of my adorable-but-ornery duo on Halloween last week:
I’m curious as to how you felt before cooking your first Thanksgiving Day dinner. So, here are some questions that I would love for you to share:
- Do you remember the first time you cooked Thanksgiving dinner?
- Did you feel nervous or were you excited to be doing it?
- How was the outcome?
Currently, cooking a simple dinner is a complete nightmare at my house. Every night, I cook with a 9-month old baby attached to my leg. Then, when I move to get a spoon or plate, she screams and tightens her grip on my pant leg. She refuses to let go. That is, until I pick her up. Then, I get to cook with one hand and balance a 20-pound baby with my other.
In all honesty, Thanksgiving won’t be bad. I have a lot of support from my family. My mother has been a savior with helping me out with both of my kids. She was born to be a grandma and loves every second that she spends with them. She has already offered to come over the morning of Thanksgiving to keep the baby entertained.
Plus, I think it’s time that I did this for my parents and my husbands parents. After all, they have spent the last 30+ years making sure that we had somewhere to go for Thanksgiving. While I know that it won’t be the best food they’ve ever had, because let’s face it: I am a horrible cook, I do know that it will mean a lot to them that I tried.
Even though I’m nervous, I am also excited. I like the idea of everyone coming to our house for a change. It’s opened my eyes even more so to everything that I have to be thankful for in life: my family. I am so fortunate to have two healthy, happy children, a loving, caring husband, a brother who is my best friend (and also the best uncle in the world), and two great sets of parents to enjoy this life with.
Here’s to making this the best Thanksgiving ever…and not burning down my house!