We are hosting Thanksgiving this year. We never have before and may never again. It’s just us and J’s parents but this enormous dinner is still a requirement.
I have spent a week cleaning and everything is dirty again. I may or may not vacuum again tomorrow. I still have to clean the bathroom and mop the kitchen floor. I wouldn’t mind cleaning if it lasted but an hour after cleaning anything and it looks like nothing was done. I also have eight loads of laundry to fold tonight, even though I just did six loads of laundry less than a week ago.
Today I baked. I made: one pumpkin pie from freshly baked pumpkin (also baked today), one apple crisp, one baked apple ‘pie’, and jellied cranberry sauce. Two batches of the last thing, really, as I burnt the first one and had to toss it.
Tomorrow I have 80 kabillion things to do for this meal. I am making three side dishes that I’ve never made before, cornbread muffins, and three side dishes that I have made before.
We still haven’t decorated for this holiday, even though we made decorations a week ago. I’ve been too busy cleaning and then baking, while ignoring my children, to decorate.
All this because I thought it would be nice to host a holiday for once, and S really wanted to. Holiday hosting is overrated. WAY overrated.
At least we don’t have to drive anywhere.