I haven’t posted in a minute because my focus was on putting together Thanksgiving. I put quite a bit of time into my holiday meals. To me, they are the shining star of the evening.
Last week, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were designated to preparing and cooking the foods that could be done ahead of time as well as cleaning and keeping up with my usual chores. Wednesday was the guys last day of work before starting a four day weekend. A few hours after they’d left for work, my husband calls to tell me he is coming home because the toothache he’s been suffering through had reached the point of unbearable.
He hadn’t been home maybe half an hour before I called his father to come and take him to the hospital. They diagnosed it as infected and gave him a double dose of antibiotics. They gave him some norco and sent him on his way.
I needed brown sugar and garbage bags from the store. My husband and son were supposed to be picking them up on the way home from work that night. So, hubby decides that he can have his dad stop by the store on the way back here. By then, the norcos had really started to kick in.
He calls me from the grocery store. Initially, he was calling to verify what size bag of brown sugar I needed. Then, things got a little silly.
Hubby: What else did I need?
Me: Trash bags
Hubby (almost sing songy): Trash bags, trash bags, where are the trash bags…
Me: Where are you?
Hubby (oblivious I’ve even spoken): Trash bags, where would I find trash bags?
Me (again): Where are you?
Hubby: At the trash bags looking for the trash bags.
Me: Did your father come in with you?
Hubby: He’s around.
Hubby: discusses with himself (rather loudly) which trash bags are the better buy
Hubby: Well, I better let you go and see if I can get lost and pay for my dad.
at which time he hung up on me.
I was relieved when he made it home. He was dizzy and nauseous and could barely keep his eyes open. He threw up once, tried to come sit on the couch with me, threw up again, and I convinced him to go to bed.
I checked on him every few hours, just to make sure he was doing okay so heavily drugged. At times, he was difficult to wake. It was all pretty scary. During all of this, I was taking care of the dessert portion of Thanksgiving. I baked pumpkin cookies (they came out so cake like it’s almost like eating the top of a pumpkin cupcake) and topped them with a cream cheese icing. I made homemade whipped cream for the apple pie and then I prepared the apple pie (which I stuck in the oven as soon as all of Thanksgiving dinner was being served).
It was 630 in the morning when I finally crawled into bed. That’s about the equivalent of 1230 am for those of you who live on a traditional clock schedule. At 1 pm, Bear’s pill alarm went off signaling it was time to get up and start the day.
We do appetizers for lunch on holidays, so I started the meatballs shortly after I woke up. I should have done the rest of my lunch prep then because it ended up being delayed by my turkey prep, but it all worked out in the end.
I was stressed and bitchy and trying to keep the kitchen clean while working my way through cooking dinner. I wasn’t getting much help. Maybe I wasn’t asking for the right kind of help. Maybe I wasn’t specific enough. Maybe I was just bitchy.
The last parts of dinner were just coming out of the oven when our dinner guests arrived. This was right around midnight. These were friends that my husband and son work with, so they live on our schedule, too.
Of course, they arrived with full bellies from their family Thanksgiving celebration, but they jumped into a second Thanksgiving dinner like champs. After dinner, we sat around and talked for a while. The cousin they’d brought with passed out into a turkey coma. A few hours after dinner, we broke out the desserts. Pumpkin cookies and still warm from the oven apple pie topped with fresh whipped cream.
We chatted for a little while longer before they said their goodbyes and headed home to crash. We were pretty beat, but nobody wanted to make the effort to actually get ready for bed, so we chilled in the living room for just a while longer.
It was after 7 when we finally fell asleep. Around 11 in the morning, Bear woke us up having a seizure. It was a pretty bad one that lasted a pretty long time. We’re not really sure what caused it. Perhaps it was just the excitement of the festivities.
We stayed up with him after that. Gave him his medicine a little early and kept an eye on him. However, with less than 4 hours of sleep, we lacked the energy to actually get up and do much of anything. I was so exhausted that my face was literally hanging from my face. I had no energy to hold the muscle structure in place. My daughter thought I was telling her Bear had passed when I told her about the seizure because of the way my face hung. It was terrible.
By dinner, we were using tupperware to hold whatever leftovers could be eaten cold. Dishes might as well have been stacked to the ceiling. The sink was too full to rinse anything and the stove was too covered to cook. Still, we did nothing.
Bear did not have another seizure and we crawled into bed early and crashed out hard Friday night. Saturday when we woke up, we felt at least some semblance of being awake and ready to face the world. I spent the day working my way through the laundry and cleaning the kitchen so that dishes could be done. My husband ran some errands and then came back to begin the daunting task of working through all the dishes. He made a pretty nice dent.
Yesterday, I finished the dishes and scrubbed down the kitchen. We did our grocery shopping for the week. Well, at least we tried to. Once again, the meat department was poorly stocked at Meijer. This was between 5 and 6 pm on the first day of a sale. To me, there is no excuse for them running out of things like ground beef the first day it is on sale. They were out of just about all beef products and had a pretty poor selection of pork chops and none of the chops that were on sale.
There were other things, like cereal, that they were out of, too. It was rather frustrating. This makes 4 weeks in a row that they do not have the things I need to feed my family for the week. The last 2 weeks were early evening on a Sunday. We did go to Kroger first, yesterday, but their prices were higher than Meijer’s prices, and they didn’t have much of anything on sale. We decided to give Meijer another shot.
Now, I’m torn what to do. I like my budget where it is. I don’t want to have to allocate more money towards groceries so that I can switch stores, but I’m not seeing much choice if they can’t even stock their meats.
That brings us to today. I did my last load of dishes after dinner last night. The load was huge, but everything was clean. I may have a tiny load after lunch today, but, for now, there is only a couple dishes on the counter. I am working my way through laundry as I do every Monday.
How can such an easy day be crappy? Our morning routine is pretty simple. Since I’m the girl, I get dibs on the bathroom. Hubby takes the dog out and starts the coffee. About half an hour later, I was walking through the kitchen and hubby asked me if the coffee was done. Nope. The pot was empty.
We checked the coffee maker. Everything seems to be intact. The light is lighting up for the brew option. Touch the hotplate. No heat. Damn. No coffee maker. So glad we keep a percolator in the cabinet just in case. Mostly, it’s there for power outages because I am a monster without my morning coffee.
Percolated coffee is actually pretty good. But, in order to get it good and strong, you really have to let it percolate for a while but not too long or it will taste burnt. It’s so much easier to just toss your grounds in a filter in the basket of a coffee maker. Guess I’m getting a new coffee pot for my birthday a few weeks early. The guys are gonna pick one up on the way home from work.
That’s how our holiday went. How about yours?