Thanksgiving with No Naps

I've decided that I'm anti-Turkey Day. That's right, I'm against Thanksgiving. For most of America its family fun, good food, and the friendly lesson of the Pilgrims and the Indians. For me it was dragging two kids from one un-childproofed house to another, operating with no naps, trying to convince Helen to eat turkey and sweet potatoes, and trying to convince Patrick only to eat food.

We all got dressed up in some cute Thanksgiving clothes...I was even wearing heels, so on top of trying to convince Helen and Patrick to eat unusual foods, I also had to convince them not to throw it on me. Or themselves.

On the way home at, well, it was quite past bedtime, there was such a meltdown happening in the backseat, that I had to crawl in the back and sit between two carseats. I will admit to not wearing a seatbelt, but I wasn't too worried. My pumpkin pie filled bottom was so wedged in between the two seats that nothing could have popped me out of there.

Helen and Patrick ended the day tired, grumpy, and full of cake and lollipops (well, that was mostly Helen). The only person who was more tired and grumpy was me. I told Matt, as I always do, "Never again! Next year we are leaving town for the holidays! Its too much stress!" Save our money! Cash out the 401K! Anything to avoid another family holiday! But as I glance through the Thanksgiving pictures, listen to Helen talk about the fun she had, and lick my pie plate clean, I think I might give it another go. I'll try Thanksgiving again. On a trial basis that is.