Over the weekend we drove to Alabama to have Thanksgiving with our extended family. This is the first time in twelve years we have been able to do that, so I was very excited.
Growing up, we always had Thanksgiving dinner at my grandmother’s house with lots of people in attendance. Having Thanksgiving with just my immediate family felt kind of too small, like we were eating in exile.
Here’s some pictures of a few of our “exiled” Thanksgiving dinners over the past several years. Each one of these is in a different house, by the way.
Besides the lack of grandparents or cousins, do you know what else all these Thanksgiving pictures have in common?
Every bit of food you see on the table was cooked BY ME (mom) ALONE.
And all the dishes you see on the table were washed BY ME (mom) ALONE.
Thanksgiving, for the past twelve years, has basically been pulled off BY ME (mom) ALONE.
This does not make for a fun holiday for ME (mom).
It’s pretty much been just a four-hour cooking marathon, followed by a fifteen-minute meal, followed by a hour-long cleaning session.
So I was THRILLED to drive thirteen hours round-trip in order to have someone else be responsible for all of that. Oh, and to see my family too.
We ate at my sister-in-law’s. I brought a pie and sat back to watch her work. It was great!
Happy Thanksgiving, folks!