It’s Thursday and I just now am feeling like I’ve caught up from the Thanksgiving holiday, except for blogging about it.
I don’t know why I bother.
Nine days of intense family time at home … good times.
I spent the last few days reveling in Maximum Productivity, that’s what I call getting stuff done without the kids around.
I sat down at my computer and knocked out my list of shit to do.
I turned on some music for about 10 seconds and realized that what I wanted more than anything was to hear nothing. I can’t imagine why.
Yep, that was the scene at my house pretty much all week.
I had other kids over as much as possible because it helped diffuse Itchy’s psychological warfare tactics against Scratchy. Yes, it was noisier but at least no one was crying.
I even took all the kids to Denver to check out the Silk Road exhibit at the Denver Museum of Nature and Science.
Naturally my kids enjoyed playing with the magnets at the gift shop and slinging wet sand at the space exhibit way more than taking advantage of a world class interactive exhibit.
You cannot say that I didn’t try.
I caught my reflection in the mirror and mused over how haggard I looked.
But all-in-all, it was a good holiday … now that it’s over.
I’m trying really hard to not be such an asshole about Christmas like I was last year. I even attempted to get the tree up early this year which turned out to be somewhat of a disaster.
The pre-lit tree that Loony got at the Salvation Army turned out to only be partially lit. He wanted to chuck it and get another one but just about everything in me rebelled at the thought.
After fucking with the little lights for several hours he gave up and strung it with some loose lights and called it good.
I got the kids to help me decorate it to break up escalating violence at a playdate.
Motherhood fucking rules.
But, nonetheless, the tree is up.
Thanksgiving was great. I had my usual crowd of friends show up for a potluck. This year’s was the best ever.
I made my usual science experiment turkey which has the benefit of being practically foolproof if not completely labor intensive.
I spent the day of Thanksgiving twiddling my thumbs and wishing people would hurry up and arrive so I could start drinking.
I couldn’t help but think how great it would be if the kids were in school because they only have to be home in time for dinner after all. WHY IS THE BREAK SO LOOOOOONNNNNGGGG????
Anyway, I prepped the breasts with brine, wrapped them, baked them at a low temperature over a water bath, plunged them in an ice bath when they reached a certain temperature, smeared them with garlic jam and right around 5:30 when I was good and wasted, I put them into a 450 degree oven to crisp them up.
I’m going to blame my guests for my intoxication because The Morsel was in charge of wine for the evening which to him meant keeping everyone’s glasses topped off at all times.
I believe the final estimation was that we drank a entire bottle of wine.
Not including the brown liquor.
I put the bird in the oven, set the thermometer, and announced to the room that I am no longer responsible for anything that happens.
“When the thermometer goes off, get the bird out of the oven and onto the table … and put the pies in to warm!”
Granted, the room was full of extremely capable sous chefs but still, it felt like letting go.
Then I sat down with my bottle of wine and proceeded to have the most enjoyable Thanksgiving ever.
The food was great and the turkey was perfect (despite all the shit I was getting for my high temperature finishing technique) and I only burned my hand a little.
We played Cards Against Humanity, got trashed, and I didn’t have to clean my kitchen the next morning.
I am seriously thankful for that shit because I was not 100% the next day by any means.
Here’s something else I’m thankful for. I’m thankful that my husband is such an incredible person that I feel like I’m off the hook. He volunteers enough for the two of us, at least that’s my reasoning.
I’ll finish off this post with a little picture I found in Scratchy’s backpack. He makes me so proud.
I hope you all had a great holiday. Only three more weeks until the next one!