The time change, y’all. A week of it getting dark at 5:30, and of Jonah getting up at 5:55 every morning has just about done me in.
I need some vitamin D, some xanax, and some baby Ambien.
Or to move to Hawaii, perhaps.
I’ve been in a funk for a week, and I just can’t shake it off. But birthsgivingmaspalooza in our family kicks off this week (Sophie will be SIX on Friday!!) and I’ve got to get my act together.
Can someone send the energy fairy to my door? The happy fairy? A meth dealer?
I made her pose like this. Yes, I am exploiting my child.
Tuesday as soon as Sophie walked in the door from school, she said, “Mom, um, something happened today. I accidentally punched Ellie (not her real name).”
Uhhh…accidentally? How does one accidentally punch someone?
Well. They don’t, turns out. After lots of coaxing, I got the whole story from Sophie. She and Ellie (Let me stop here and be frank. Ellie’s name has been changed to protect her because, quite simply, her parents did NOT follow the baby-naming guidelines set forth by Jenny’s Life Klass.) were fighting in Literacy Centers over a book.
Hey, at least it wasn’t over a boy. Books are worth fighting for!
Ellie had the book and Sophie wanted it and Ellie got punched in the chin.
Sophie had to move her behavior clip down to yellow which is only like first-offense, so I guess she didn’t wallop her too badly.
At home, she had to write Ellie an apology note AND her punishment was no screen at all whatsoever for three days. No TV, LeapPad, iPad, computer, etc. Let me tell ya, that hit her where it hurts! But hitting another child is NOT ok. I was both shocked and horrified when I realized what Sophie had done. I know she must’ve been really frustrated, because I’ve honestly never seen her be mean to another child. I’ve seen her have a disagreement, but never be mean or violent.
So, anyway, the next day, the note was delivered, Ellie forgave her, and all was well. She even wrote Sophie a note back that said they could still be friends.
Let’s hope Sophie’s retired her golden gloves for good!
This year, in an unprecedented event, we’re having Thanksgiving at our house. (and also at my grandma’s, and also at my mother-in-law’s, but really, what’s a holiday without spending half the day in a car?) I’ve never prepared a big holiday meal like this, and I’m kind of nervous about it. I’m mostly nervous because I am envisioning it in my mind the way Thanksgiving looks on Pinterest, and it’s not going to live up to that. Obviously. I should REALLY keep in mind that the people I’m feeding have subsisted on take-out dinners from Bob Evans for each Thanksgiving in recent memory.
But still. I want to make it good.
I’ve been compiling a list of ideas on Pinterest, although now that I look at it, my Thanksgiving board contains exactly two recipes and a whole bunch of ideas for centerpieces. So it looks like we’ll be eating only creamed onions and low-calorie pumpkin pie, but at least the table will be pretty.
I’m planning to cook a turkey (which I’ve never done before so that should be interesting), of course (because the time I ordered ham from Bob Evans, Kate had a heart attack that we weren’t having turkey on Thanksgiving and the closest I could come at the time was buying cold cuts and sticking them in the microwave. She was not amused), and the amazing sweet potato dish from Pioneer Woman that I made last year, along with her mashed potatoes, but that’s as far as I’ve gotten.
So tell me, friends, what’s your favorite thing to cook (or eat) on Thanksgiving?
