As some may recall, holiday dining has always presented a special challenge to DH and me:
His Midwestern recollections center on the Traditional feast - enjoyed by extended family .... whose numbers frankly frighten me. (LOL)
... vs. my regarding Thanksgiving as a chance to dress up and go to a Nice Restaurant -- anywhere turkey's NOT an option! I can still hear my father saying, "Lum works so hard all year; I don't want her working on Thanksgiving."
Since Tom's feeling much better and expressed his desire to "do" a turkey this year, I was like, "Why not? We'll invite a few friends and family and have a great time." (Come to think of it, this was said in the same mind-set when I suggested two puppies weren't much harder than one!)
Together with his best buddy's SO (aka, the Stepford wife), he planned the menu ... while I polished the house within an inch of its life. (Always our deal: he cooks, I'd rather clean any day of the week!)
Just didn't anticipate my nearing a total meltdown when the guests threatened to out-number the available plates and utensils ... when the 3 and 4-year olds ran screaming around the great-room chased by two hyped puppies ... when DH and G retired to the next room to toot their sax and keyboards ... and I learned my coveted pumpkin pie "wasn't." (Instead, two apple pies, because in the words of the Stepford, "Tom doesn't like pumpkin.")
The GOOD news, since the only menu items that looked good were asparagus and croissants, I actually lost a pound!
The bad? I'm thinking there's an apology in store to the Stepford. I've not yet figured it out ... and hoping you (or you, over there?) can help?
B's really a sweet lady. To tell the truth, I'm probably a bit intimidated by her poise and abilities. (I only call her the Stepford, on account she waits on "G" all the time, much like a servant. They'll both be sitting in the living room .... he'll tell her to fetch a cola ..... and she brings it to him on a tray! Seriously!!!!!)
Anyway. It was cute watching "B" and DH putting the finishes on our dinner.
Until much later when she began clearing and rinsing dishes. (You know how everyone has his-or-her little "that's it!" buttons that shouldn't be pushed? That's mine.)
Ambling over, I suggest she sit down and enjoy a cup of coffee with the rest of us.
5 minutes later, she's putting food in containers and I'm chewing the inside of my cheek.
Once more, nicely .... "My turn."
Finally, when she started loading the dishwasher I pretty well lost it :(
and quit asking her to step out of the kitchen.
DH just doesn't get it, but I need to feel like I'm contributing something.
How about you? Do you resent or welcome having someone help with the clean-up?
Not OURS, but I couldn't stop laughing when I spotted this out on FB!
In all seriousness, I realize how much we have to be thankful for this season. While I've been known to mutter, "This is the worst year of my life" .... there have been blessings as well.
A day late, perhaps, but want to give thanks to each of YOU for filling my personal blessings basket this year!
Hugs from Phoenix,