I love Thanksgiving — delicious food, time spent with family, and it’s the kick-off of the holiday season. Thanksgiving is fun and festive without the pressures of Christmas. But today is the Monday after and with a sick child at home, there is no way for me to escape the aftermath. I just strolled around my house to assess the damage. Here’s my Thanksgiving recovery by the numbers:
1 is the number of turkey carcasses waiting to be taken to the dump — love living in the country.
2 is the number of pounds I gained over the holiday thanks to the…
3 pies I consumed — with help, of course.
4 weeks until Christmas — ARGH!! Nothing to do with Thanksgiving recovery, just a moment of panic.
5 is the number of days it’s been since I’ve done more than the bare minimum of housework; therefore…
6 is the number of hours of bed-making, dusting, vacuuming, mopping and, best of all, bathroom cleaning I estimate I have ahead of me.
7 loads of laundry await me on the laundry room floor.
8 is the number of hours of sleep I desperately need to compensate for my Thanksgiving average of 6 thanks to turkey gravy performance anxiety and early morning hockey.
9 is the number of plastic containers of leftovers in our refrigerator that I have to deal with — somehow pureed vegetables have lost their appeal.
BUT…
10 is the number of new Christmas fabrics sitting on my cutting table, calling my name, waiting for me to play with after I recover from Thanksgiving.
Bring it on!
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Love your countdown and the fact that it ends with fabric. Have fun with it.