I often get cranky, when there is so much pressure to perform for Thanksgiving Day. It is mostly created by my own doing because I want a perfect table, delicious food, great interaction with family, nice clean house and much, much more. It seldom happens, but when the day is done, I can't deny that it went well and I need to quit crying over spilled milk.
Many are the past Thanksgiving Days that I never shared 'MY' plan with my family. They didn't know my standard or were too busy with their own lives to care or help which I really needed. When all is said and done, it isn't that it was perfect in my eyes, but was I pleasant enough to enjoy them and the time we were together?
Just let it go girl. There are too many quiet days, alone to ruin the ones we have together. Make that a rule. Brand it into your thick brain, that no matter what happens: Crispy over fried turkey, spills on the tablecloth, hard rolls, oven not working, tired from lack of sleep or more than you can remember; get over it and 'Behold your little ones!'
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