Finally! It’s Thanksgiving! 

My cheesecake is refrigerating. All I have to do between now and noon is put the praline topping on it, make myself and my family presentable, and show up. The “make myself and my family presentable” part is what concerns me the most, and also why I have been up since 4:30.

Something about wrangling two children into nice clothes and making sure there isn’t crust in their ears is pretty damn hard. Not to mention, I have no idea what I’m even going to wear today. My wardrobe is a confusing mixture of too-small and barely-fitting items … every time I step into my closet I feel like I’m trying to solve a riddle.

Husband might be able to help with the kids. But usually what happens is he waits until the last possible moment to start getting himself ready, and generally this is during the peak of the wrangling period, when I need the MOST help. He also cannot be trusted to make sure they don’t mess up their clothes before we leave the house. 

One thing I can say for him, he is excellent at making sure I am left alone for however long it takes me to get myself together. I think he has learned to appreciate (accept?) the fact that I am semi-high maintenance (very high maintenance?) and it takes me at least an hour to get ready. I may be the only female in this family, but that does not mean I’ll be lowering my standards when I actually have somewhere to go besides the grocery store.

Again, this is why I’ve been up since 4:30. Gobble, gobble!