I only melted down once and everyone pitched in.
The house is clean, even T.R.’s room. I’ll have to sweep up one more time in the morning and police the bathrooms, but that’s it.
I baked a pie and a cake. The sweet potatoes and mashed potatoes are prepared to go into the oven as soon as the turkey comes out. The gravy base simmered. The giblets are ready to go into half the gravy since our family, like many, comes in two camps, gutsy and gutless. The bread for the stuffing, cubed and resting on a sheet pan, gets staler every moment, all according to plan. The sausage and vegetable parts of the stuffing lurk in the refrigerator, mixing their flavors together until morning.
The table is set with china and crystal, beeswax candles, Irish linen. My mom and dad sent us some flowers, which is a good thing because I missed out on the flower gene.
And, just to keep things interesting, T.R. and I managed to take Cricket for her walk. Syd needed a ride to a friend’s house for a doughnut-and-writing party. I decided that the time had come to do something about the ratty hand-me-down towels in the kids bathroom and dashed to Be Bath and Beyond (Yes, I know it’s supposed to be Bed Bath and Beyond, but Syd noticed the light in the first D had burned out and read it as a command and now it is stuck in my head that way forever and ever. Let this be a lesson of some kind about lightbulbs or about listening to signs or something…) where I found some nice organic free range towels in a suitable green.
The short version is: it feels very good to be sitting down and tomorrow should be a special day.