Thursday, November 25, 2010

Ghost of Thanksgiving Past

Dinner went so smoothly today that I began thinking about all my other Thanksgivings.
1992:  cooking dinner with The Dad for the first time.  I believe we ate about 9 PM.
1994:  Eating dinner at 10:30 AM so that The Dad could get to work on time.
1997:  Fred's first Thanksgiving.  I was pregnant with Bub and I remember I had to put maternity clothes on that day.  I also remember Fred giving herself a mashed potato facial and scalp treatment that took forever to clean up.
1998:  Bub's first Thanksgiving.  We ended traveled to my parents' in Idaho and Bub discovered the beauty of Thanksgiving rolls.
2001:  Our first Thanksgiving with Nash and G.
 2005:  The year we grew our own turkeys.  Home grown turkeys DO NOT taste better than the ones from the freezer.  They are a giant pain in the ass.  The are stupid.  And no one warns the home turkey grower that the stinkin' things will just keep growing until they won't fit in the oven.  I could go on.  Would you like to know about pulling feathers out with pliers?  Sawing the turkey into pieces so it could be cooked?  The mom crying in her bedroom because the turkey wouldn't cook?  Yea.  I didn't think so.
2009:  The first Thanksgiving without my mom.  She died about 10 days before Thanksgiving and it was a surreal day.  Normally, The Dad and I and our kids just have Thanksgiving together, but my dad, sister, brother-in-law, and niece came out for the day.  Everything tasted good, but the day was just so strange.
2010:  Everyone cooked together and cleaned together.  Isn't that the way the day should be?

Friday, November 19, 2010

Working Mom Guilt

Every year right before Thanksgiving, our ward primary (3-12 year old group at church) does "cheer baskets."  Every kid brings 5 individual items to share and they basket them up and take them to the older people in around town. 
Last year I sent my boys with baggies of  leftover Halloween candy.
I have an excuse.  We had returned from my mom's funeral just a few days before cheer basket day and I was just plain overwhelmed.
But a year later, I am feeling pretty danged guilty.  You know, being the working mom who sends her kids to the activity with non-homemade goodies.
So I made up for it by staying up until midnight Wednesday making cinnamon rolls. 
Yes, you read that right:  midnight. 
This was after I had rushed home from work to make a cake to take to the school Veteran's Day program.  This was after the program. 
Did anyone but me care that G had homemade cinnamon rolls for the baskets?  Probably not, but my guilt is lessened.
I can't be the only mom who has the working mom guilt....

Monday, November 15, 2010

Welcome to Junior High

I am over 40 and I am fairly intelligent.  Most of the time, I am fairly confident, but wow! the whole Bloggy Boot Camp thing threw me for a loop.  I packed and unpacked.  I agonized over my clothes.  I agonized over the size of my butt and the fact that my shoes are dumb.  I told The Dad that I would be the only frumpy person there and no one would talk to me. 
Quite frankly, I turned into the person I'd been at 13. 
The Dad calmed my nerves and reminded me that he believes all the Twitter ladies are serial killers and what did I care if serial killers liked my shoes or not?  (By the way, he has met @nettefrawl and @supernovia, and he realizes that they are not, in fact, serial killers.)
By the time I got to dinner Friday night, I had worked myself back into a frenzy of uncoolness. 
I walked into the restaurant with a lot of trepidation, but decided to pretend to be cool.
I recognized some of my twitter friends and introduced myself and that's all it took.  I had a great time. 

Sunday, November 7, 2010

More Than I Signed Up For

Being the mom of a diabetic kid is not easy on a normal day.  Being the mom of a diabetic kid on Halloween is beyond crap.  I kid you not.
Last year, when G's diabetes was fresh in everyone's mind, there were people in our community that had special trick or treat stuff for him.  This was pretty cool and made me really appreciate our community.  This year, G is back to being a normal kid in everyone's mind.  Even though they all know he's diabetic, it's just part of him and he's just one of the mess of 4th grade boys trick or treating through town.
Needless to say, G got a pillowcase full of candy.  None of it healthy.  It's hard to watch him be one of the few kids in class who didn't have Halloween candy in his lunch.  We have been battling low and high blood sugars and the moodiness that goes with it all week.
Most of the candy is gone now so hopefully we can have a couple of good weeks until Thanksgiving.
Hopefully....

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Thinking

Yesterday I had the opportunity (!?) to take our school's quiz bowl team to its first match of the season.  We left at 6:30 AM.  It was dark and, as teenagers love few things in life more than sleep, very quiet. 
We had a 100 mile drive, so I had nearly 2 hours of thinking time.
I spent a lot of time thinking about my mom.   I miss her and I wonder if I will ever have an October/November that isn't spent thinking about her all the time.
 I still think about calling her.