I don't share a lot about the real aspects of our life.
I did share about how I really DON'T do it all here.
I did share about our sock problem here.
I did share about the cockroach in my coffee here.
I am about to add another real tale to the list.
Yesterday, was Thanksgiving. For the first time ever, we celebrated with friends. Rainman works most Thanksgivings, so we have either gone to family (when we lived in Minnesota) and he joined us there after work, or I have hosted and we scheduled our meal around whatever shift he was working. Sometimes, we even celebrated on a totally different day.
But, this year, my wonderful friend, Sherri, asked what we were doing for Thanksgiving because she was in the mood for a crowd. Just inviting my family over constitutes a crowd! The kids thought going over to Sherri's house was a great idea. They have a really big T.V. and a fun, little, teeny, tiny dog.
So, we decided that I would make a few side dishes and she would handle the turkey. Great plan! So we prepped and made things the night before and then I whipped up a few of them Thanksgiving morning.
(I had a picture of A-girl cutting onions in her sparkly Hollywood sunglasses but Blogger is telling me I have hit my 1 GB limit and need to buy storage space.....I have no idea what they are talking about...so, for now...no picture of A-girl. If anyone has tips on how to fix this issue - without actually buying anything, I am all ears!)
After I got my final side dish in the oven, I announced that I was going to take a shower. I took a good long shower, put extra conditioner in my hair, washed and moisturized my face, put a little make up on. I looked pretty good. Got my comfy (elastic wasted) but, sort of stylish pants on. My hair, if I leave it alone has a nice wave/curl to it, so I decided to let it be and try to wear it down.
But, I know myself well enough that once I started moving around or working in the kitchen, I would want to be able to pull it back out of the way. Nobody wants a long curly hair...even if it is pretty...in any of their Thanksgiving feast.
So, I grabbed my Lilla Rose hair clip that I am totally in love with.
Problem was that I had no pockets in my comfy pants. And V-girl wanted me to help her get dressed. I knew if I set the hair clip down I would forget to grab it again. Especially because V-girl is quite picky about clothing.
She is a bit of a Goldilocks in that her underwear have to feel "just right"...and then, the pants can't pull on the underwear too much....the pants can't make the underwear move around too much....and, the shirts she wants to wear are almost always stained, so there is a bit of bargaining over which clean shirt she likes enough to wear. So, helping her get dressed takes a while. Plus, there are 5 other kids around that have questions, stories that need to be told, need help putting belts through the loops, or opinions on what to wear.
Suffice it to say, if I had put the Lilla Rose clip down, it wouldn't have made it to Thanksgiving with me. And, remember my hair was wet and conditioned and wavy and pretty....I didn't want to put it in my hair and ruin in.
So, I tucked it in my cleavage. I would just keep it there and then, when I got downstairs, I would put it in my purse. So, V-girl/Goldolocks finally arrived at a pair of underwear that fit her just right. I had been able to coerce everyone into bringing an extra pair of play clothes. Then someone yelled that the oven timer had gone off. So, I went downstairs pulled the casserole out of the oven. Yelled at the kids to grab their stuff.
Asked A-girl to double check the list I had made the day before so I made sure that I grabbed everything I had promised to bring, including crafts and games for everyone. By the way, I stole a bunch of game ideas from my sister's Twelve Days of Christmas posts. They were a huge hit!!!
Anyway, I had lots of stuff to bring....successfully got it all balanced and positioned just right in the van and were able to get it all there without anything spilling along the way. I only had to turn around about a block from our house to come back and make sure that I had remembered to turn off the oven (I did...but didn't have any actual memory of doing so). We left our house around 10:30 a.m.
Once we got to Sherri's house, the kids played, Sherri and I cooked and visited. We had dinner. We cleaned up dinner. Sherri and her sister decided that they were going to Black Friday shop on Thanksgiving night. Walmart opened at 8:00, so they decided they had better leave around 7:00 or so. A-girl and L-girl wanted to go with on their very first Black Friday adventure. Sherri and her sister had room, but it was 6:45 when this decision was made. So, there was a mad rush of getting ready and off they went.
I did not go shopping. Number one, I don't like to shop. Number two, I don't really have much money. Number three, I went to a Black Friday sale once when I was about 13 or 14 with my friend, Natalie. It was a nightmare. We went to Dayton's in downtown Minneapolis....and I think Target. I am not sure. I have blocked most of it out.
Anyway, I wished them well, said I would handle putting the leftovers away and off they went.
By this time, Rainman had arrived from work and had eaten his dinner, while the rest of us had leftovers, and joined the guys for the football games downstairs on the big T.V. So, I cleaned up the kitchen until he came up, after the game, to see if I was ready to head home.
We got the four kids that were left and headed home. A-man had really wanted to go Black Friday shopping too and was quite disappointed that there wasn't room for him. He also had no shopping money, so even if they had room, it would have been pointless.
D-man, S-girl and V-girl rode home with Rainman (there is always a lot of fighting over who gets to ride in the car....apparently when all you know is a big extended, high top, conversion van....a car ride is very exciting!) A-man and I were all alone in the van. We had a nice visit about life and Christmas. He came up with a plan on the way home. He announced that since his sisters got to go Black Friday shopping, that we should get to watch a Christmas movie without them. I am pretty funny about us watching the hokey Christmas movies together this time of year. But, I agreed that sounded like a good plan.
So, we got home, the kids got their jammies on, got a snack. I checked e-mail and Facebook. We finally settled in to watch the movie about 10:00. (By the way, if you are looking for an extra hokey Christmas movie, tune in to 2006s Christmas Do-Over with Jay Mohr and Daphne Zuniga.)
I sat down and put my feet up and started watching the movie. I had a little itch in my chest area, so I reached into the front of my shirt to scratch it. I know.....real lady like, huh?
But, wait! What's this? What is in my bra?
Yes, it was my Lilla Rose hair clip that I had placed there.....just about 12 hours prior.
Seriously.
How sad is that?
I mean, yes, I have a bosom.
But, I had no idea I could really hide things there undetected by me, or anyone else, for that length of time!
Seriously.
It is kind of sad, isn't it?
Funny. But.....sad.
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