Actually, it’s not exactly turkey time; that’s still a day away. But today is the day to do all the prepping and kitchen organizing so that tomorrow, official Turkey day can go off with relatively few hitches and I can spend time with DH and the girls.
I’m trying really hard to get my head in a better place regarding this whole holiday. This year, more than ever, I am stuck in a dumb rut and really wallowing in the self-pity. I miss my siblings. I miss my family. Heck, I even miss my husband’s family. I want my kids to have the same wonderful memories of Thanksgiving that I do. And I am, unfortunately, not helping things with all this doomy gloom.
My husband says that the problem with holidays is that the expectations run impossibly high, and then people end up disappointed. I think he’s spot-on with that assessment. I do have high expectations (for everything, but especially holidays). And I’m already disappointed, and nothing’s even happened yet.