Seven people dancing around one bathroom certainly makes for one interesting Thanksgiving week. We're all about family closeness around here. The husband and kids arrived without incident Saturday afternoon and since then we have been spending quality family time together. We've shared space on the couch watching hours of satellite television, have made multiple circles driving around town noting how not much has changed, and have pretty much shattered what was the perfect order of my parents' home. I'm glad I had those two weeks alone with them because since the arrival of my little family, I don't think I've had more than five minutes of conversation with my mom or dad. I guess things are just as they should be.
Following the wishes of the parents, the husband began ripping out carpet today in preparation for laying tile in the master bathroom. He also pulled out the tub and toilet. Tub? Not so much a problem. Toilet? Could get interesting. Today has been Day One and I have found myself already dancing a jig or two waiting for the other bathroom to flash the vacancy sign. The kids and all their hair and hair products have done a good job (thus far) of being quick in and quick out. The completion date is set for Friday with Thursday being dedicated to turkey and hopefully a pecan pie. Nothing makes me more thankful than a warm piece of pie and hot cup of coffee (although the sight of that new toilet being installed might make me cry in relief).
I miss my bed and I miss my cat, but those feelings are always mixed with what I know will follow... I hate saying goodbye. That moment when I hug my mom quick (cause we both can't stand it) and I hug my dad longer (cause we both hate to let go) are just horrible, plain and simple. It typically takes me about ten miles of crying silently while my husband pats my knee compassionately to suck it up and play the part of the big girl. It is what it is. Life goes on and God has a plan. And yes, I will continue to repeat that until Jesus comes back. I have a feeling it will take until then to fully comprehend what all this has been about.
As for now? The parents are tucked into bed with the youngest close by while the middle waits for me to vacate the room he is sleeping in. The husband and the oldest are totally engrossed in some show they will long for when we make it back to antenna television only. And me? I better hit that shower while I have the chance.
The little things we become thankful for. =)
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You are together now. That's what matters. Have a HAPPY THANKSGIVING.
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