I don’t mean to overplay the Martha Stewart thing, but I couldn’t pass up this gem from last month’s issue. Martha has a fool-proof playbook for hosting the best Thanksgiving ever.
Alas, we cannot all be Martha. Here is my Thanksgiving playbook.
Two Weeks Out:
Marvel at fact that it is November.
Drink that wine.
It’s a normal week, yo.
One Week Out:
Buy simple syrup. Use in Old Fashioneds. This is still a normal week
Think about what dress you want to wear.
Make sure you have a stash of false eyelashes and your palettes are all up to date.
Argue with husband about how you need the new holiday palettes.
Half heartedly make a list for the grocery.
Make a list in your planner about how to make all the food. That makes you feel good and in control.
Plan makeup look.
Make sure sister is availabe to take your Christmas card photo. Start practicing putting children in front of you to make yourself look smaller.
Maybe call relatives and make sure they’re planning on showing up.
Monday the Week of:
Go to grocery.
Swear. A lot.
Put food away and ignore until Wednesday night.
Get up and forgo showering. Afterall, you’ll be working all day in the kitchen.
Decide to go back to bed with the kids and then hang out at your mom’s.
Come home, and figure you have plenty of time to nap with the kids.
Get up after nap. Run around like a crazy person.
Swear some more.
Shove pizza at husband, children. BECAUSE IT’S THE DAY BEFORE THANKSGIVING AND I’M BUSY.
Husband inquires about why you’re watching Dateline on your tablet while cooking.
BECAUSE IT’S THE DAY BEFORE THANKSGIVING AND I’M BUSY.
Set table. Yell at children NOT TO TOUCH ANYTHING SO HELP ME GOD.
Work until like midnight and collapse into bed. Just in time to get up and go to all the families.
Stagger through Mass and husband’s family, mentally running through a list of all the things you have to do.
Drink a ton of coffee.
Get home. Little jittery.
Figure you should start drinking wine.
That calms you down.
Run around like a crazy person.
Look at silver that you forgot to polish. Meh, whatever. No one has silver anymore. They don’t anticipate it being clean too.
Make sure ham is cooked. Don’t waste time fooling around with turkey. That’s just a recipe for disaster.
Have husband make you a seasonal drink.
Ahhh. There’s the spirit.
Welcome guests lovingly into home. From the couch where you’ve collapsed from too much almost Christmas cheer.