Dean had a rough night last night. He has some itchy eczema patches that woke him up, but not quite all the way awake. He was ANGRY, which set the kitty to meowing. I was downstairs bumping around with all the lights on for Benadryl and Marcus was upstairs trying to get Dean to stop screaming, or at least wake up enough to tell us what was wrong.
That was at 1:30am.
Dean got up at 7:23.
After a quick cup of coffee, I got to work in the kitchen. All day long, I cooked and cleaned, cooked and cleaned. Our guest, Frank arrived a little after 9am and we had a lovely braekfast of cinnamon rolls and bacon before I kicked everyone out of the kitchen so I could work on my side dishes. I browned sausage for my stuffing, fried bacon to garnish our brussels sprouts, reminded Marcus to baste the bird, and put together our meal, all while trying to keep Dean out of the oven. It was such fun to cook and organize the day, then to sit and enjoy it with my little family plus one. Once the initial food coma wore off, Dean pulled us outside for a mock campout in the driveway, complete with sleeping bags and marshmallows on sticks. He then found himself a "Sword" (locally known as a stick) and reinacted the Power Rangers' performance on the Macy's parade.
When it got dark, we headed in and I put together a chocolate pecan pie that'll knock your socks off.
I am so thankful to have had the energy and means to produce this ridiculously large meal, complete with splurges like fresh OJ, Dunkin Donuts coffee and our family's favorite appetizer (Celery with secret ingredient cream cheese spread). I'm thrilled to have been able to open our home to a friend and to have finally shared a real Thanksgiving meal with my son. (He ate SIX BITES of turkey, people! We're calling that a win.)
It was exactly the Thanksgiving we wanted.
I hope yours was just as perfect. Thanks for reading, y'all.