|(My brother's going to LOVE this photo!)|
Here's how it went down:
Week before Thanksgiving: Paint 2 rooms. Move furniture, toys and about 200 books up and down the stairs.
Sunday: Mom arrives.
Monday: Shop for an enormous amount of food.
Tuesday: Continue shopping for food. This time braving Costco. It's nuts, but I bump into 2 strangers who exhibit so much kindness that they reignite my hope in mankind.
Wednesday: Clean, clean, clean, clean. Strip 6 beds and make up 10.
Wednesday night: Two of my brothers arrive with their families. That's 12 house guests, but whose counting? Start baking pies at 9:30 pm. Finish at 1:00 am.
Thursday: Put out a self-serve breakfast of bagels and cereal while preparing Thanksgiving for 22 people. It's eaten in half and hour. But it's really good. Enjoy an afternoon of watching football, playing games, and eating turkey sandwiches.
Friday: Waffles, fruit, and vanilla syrup for a late breakfast. Thomas' family joins us, and we enjoy a game of touch football out at the park. Later that night, I sing in a concert while everyone else eats leftovers. After everyone goes to bed, Mr. Wicke and I try to restore some order in the house in preparation for tomorrow.
Saturday: Up early for Griffin's baptism. My brother Ken and his family head back to St. George. The rest of us rush home and prepare a lunch for 30 people. We serve cold cuts, salad, chips, hot spinach artichoke dip, sparkling apple cider, and lemon and chocolate cakes. Our families hang out and play games. That evening I make an easy sausage & broccoli pasta while my brother, Curt, whips up a baked brie as well as another pecan pie. We visit late into the night.
Sunday: Curt and his family prepare to go. We send them off with an egg and ham scramble, toast, and Orange Julius. They drive away, and I put a roast in the crock pot and baked potatoes in the oven in preparation for dinner with Thomas' family. We attend church. My friend tells me I look really tired. She's right. After church I hurriedly prepare popovers and steamed broccoli. After dinner everyone else cleans up while I begin two lemon meringue pies. I don't quite finish before I have to leave for Stake choir practice. I give Mr. Wicke instructions on how to finish. I come home to two delicious pies and a card game of Phase 10. When that breaks up, Thomas' brother stays and visits. We hit the hay at 12:30 am.
Monday morning: I wake up late. Miraculously, we get the kiddos off to school on time and I survey the damage. As my father once said, "I don't know whether we should clean it up or burn it down." All I know is that I'm ready for a nap.