Sometimes a Daddy just gets worn out as well.

Sometimes a Mommy just gets plumb worn out.

Walks, Naps, and Strays.

Someone woke me up this morning by saying, "Hop, Hop, Hop." and waving a bunny in my face. I, of course, rolled over and went back to sleep, then someone's Daddy woke me up with the hideous noise that emanates from "mining operation" toy.

Breakfast and playing with the babies, then lazing. A-man, Homie K, Mammy and I stayed behind while the rest took a walk around "the neighborhood". I went to go get them about an hour later. The were a few brief moments of panic when I couldn't find them. I retraced their steps (in the car) and finally caught up with them. WHEW! At least I got to see things I haven't seen before. WHAT VIEWS!


Homie K was dutifully trying to help watch Homie A, but was in great need of some sleep. We packed her off to bed. Poppy had already retired. I think through out the rest of the afternoon/evening, we all managed to get a little nap in.

We walked the babies up to the mailbox, and a very adorable kitty followed us home. He looks well, but seems to be a stray. Despite some vigorous debate, he is now curled up in our mudroom, fed and watered. We have been informed, "HE MUST BE OUT OF HERE BY MONDAY." We will do our best to find his people or a new place.

Hope everyone is well, and having a great post-turkey day!

Lot and his wife, the Saltshaker family.

B-dawg won't leave me alone long enough to type.

He did however spend quite awhile on the Elmo site playing Elmo games. Now he is saying "typing type type the turkey".

So, we cooked and lazed around. The Formerly 12th Street Gang arrived and we ate to the point of being uncomfortable. I am thankful for so many things. I am thankful that we got Mr. & Mrs. Moses in our Red Rose Tea Box. I wish you all could be here for T-giving!

Big A-man said to tell you all that Mr. and Mrs. Moses was actually a salt shaker..Lot and his wife. ;-)

Had a weird dream last night (thank you Benedryl). I met a man, and very shortly we arrived at the decision to get married. All my loved ones arrived, which made very happy and feel very loved. One of my loved ones arrived, and I realized I did NOT want to marry my intended. Then all the wedding paraphenalia began to show up and it was all wrong. I used this as an excuse to call it all off. Very strange dream.

Per the usual, Mammy does dishes, and Poppy works on electrical equipment.

B-dawg relaxes with some geek reading and fuzzy slippers.

Twas the night before Thanksgiving...

...and all through the house we were all sitting around while Mammy worked in the kitchen. She is relentless.

Most of my day was spent shopping for all the last minute bits. Some of my favorites are the paper and crayons for the kids, and the sleds (mostly for the BIG kids, IF we can find some snow). I got what I presume will be a rocketesque sled, similar to Jillo's childhood version.

S, B, and A-man got here and he was astounded by "Nana's" house. Ceiling fans galore and plenty of toys.

And to all a good night...sleep tight!

Have a Happy Thanksgiving!!!!!!

The back of the car (with the seats folded up) after the first grocery store.

Slow, steady, and still tears.

I think I slept fitfully last night. I woke up with my top sheet twisted and wrapped over my neck. It is amazing I didn't strangle myself. ;-)

I finally made it out of bed, and Mammy and I set to work on our day. We cleaned up the kitchen and sorted out a few things. We ate lunch, updated the list, loaded up the car (with recycling and donations), took a deep breath, and headed out. I have always found holiday shopping stressful. It turned out not to be too bad. We managed to drop off our outgoing items with me only yelling at Mammy a couple of times. The grocery stores were very crowded, but things were mostly well stocked (in quantity, if not variety). People were friendly and I worked very hard at keeping my cool. I'm sure Mammy would say I fell a little short of my goal.

We got home and unloaded groceries. Still some small disputes as to how things fit in the fridge. I put the dirtiest chard I have ever seen into soak. Dinner was made, and the cooking and cleaning ensued. I made chard dip, and Mammy cleaned. Poppy cleaned. My feet hurt. I went to help Poppy clean up his office. He was irritable (and I don't blame him, poor guy). Everything might have been fine, but Mammy wanted help moving carpet. This resulted in a big blow up and me crying. I was being a control freak (as we all are in this family). I just hate Dad having to work so hard, and feel awful about being so completely unproductive. I do, however, blame the whole incident on the fact that they didn't show Gilmore Girls, and instead showed the awful movie that gave Jillo her nightmare!

Anyhoo, I got it out of my system, and it shouldn't happen again. Except S will show up tomorrow. ;-)

Night all, and have fun cooking, for those of you that are.

No less than fifty-five items on tomorrow's shopping list.

The days when they were called dungarees.

Went shopping, drove home, avoided bad drivers, ate too much junk food, used my hands free thingy for the first time, unpacked, and piddled.

I'm tired. Tomorrow house prep and grocery shopping.

Watching a movie I like except for the ending because someone dies.

A-man gives me the sign for more.

MMM...gooood...MMM

Had cooking class this morning. It is really kind of cool to sit and watch someone cook several dishes for a few hours and then get to taste them, and realize they are so good...so great...so much better than you could have imagined. Then, the realization hits you, that with a little practice, you can probably achieve the same thing!! Rock on!!

Met Dr. Kid this afternoon. Interesting. Doctor like.

Chatted with my therapist again this afternoon. How often she saves me! We should all have her! Am very excited to hear about her research, even if it does mean stumbling onto icky pictures.

Climber Boy has an interesting entry on introspection today. Good lord, we have all experienced the crippling "fear" of social situations!