I feel like I'm sitting on the cusp of a storm where once I take the next step there will be no going back. What storm you ask? The birthday-holiday-moving one. Sidney's birthday is next week. Yes, my little baby will turn four two days before Thanksgiving. He's informed me that at three he is still little but when he turns four he will be a big boy. And as such, he has some very firm ideas about his cake; chocolate cupcakes with chocolate frosting of course topped with whipped cream and chocolate syrup. Before that he wants to eat bacon and waffles for breakfast then hot dogs and macaroni and cheese for dinner. (This is not my idea of a culinary good time but he is the birthday boy after all and I told him he could eat whatever he wants). More importantly, if the weather holds Glenn and I have a very special surprise for our airplane loving boy this weekend. Yes, I'm stooping to something I had always told myself I wouldn't do and we are celebrating his birthday two days early because it is just easier. To some people that might make me a bad mom but I'm just trying to be practical and make sure he gets the birthday he wants and deserves. So if that means it is celebrated early, so be it.
And that is because right on the heels of his birthday comes the annual American food festival called Thanksgiving. For me, it is the single biggest cooking and food day of the year and it takes time to prepare. As usual, we're hosting a dinner for friends. And although our guest list is small (just 8 compared to the 24 of recent years), in a week that is already filled with other non-negotiable commitments, my cooking and preparation time is limited. Somehow even with fewer guests the number of dishes I have planned has increased. I'm not sure when it will all be cooked but it will. Because like Sidney's birthday, it has to be done.
Once Thanksgiving is behind us December is upon us with her requisite decorating and rounds of holiday parties and dinners at which we will be both guests and hosts. Gifts need to be selected, purchased and wrapped and another round (or two) of cooking will ensue. Oh, and did I mention this little thing called an international move that will be taking place in January? Yes, we need to prepare for that one too.
So today I'm stepping back and taking a deep breath to prepare myself for the storm that is to come. T.G.I.F. Because once Saturday hits there will be no turning back.
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