I am very excited to have you coming to my house for Thanksgiving. I wanted to write you a letter and give you fair warning before you come.
While it sometimes appears I am organized and on top of stuff. I am not. My priority is always playing with girls above keeping on top of the vacuuming. I am hoping this prepares them really well for public school and germs. This doesn't mean I am not going to clean my house - I am. I took 2 days of vacation to get to that. As we "speak" (so to speak) I am washing all the linens in my house and finished vacuuming the upstairs and cleaning the bathroom downstairs. We are not a house of "stuff" lying around, it is not chaotic or disorganized that way at all.
Really I am warning you about me. And maybe this letter is really just for my poor darling husband.
See, when big stuff is coming up, especially stuff that I think impacts who I am as a person and how I will be perceived, I get stressed out. I. GET. STRESSED. OUT. I am not fun to be around. AT. ALL.
I worry about silly stuff (like how do I do seating for this?!?) I blow things up bigger than they need to be (like what do I do about the current phase Aubrey is going through). And I become distant to those I need the most (I am sorry honey!).
I think I have the food stuff under control. I think I have all the supplies I need. And I am pretty sure the house will be in "company" order. I have some great lists, some great recipes, and I have a little bit of time.
But when you come on Thursday: Expect Children
Expect that maybe I haven't had my shower yet
Expect noise, expect laughter, expect tears and tantrums
Expect that my darling Aubrey will not behave
Expect to see Molly's exceptional temper
Expect to see pure joy in my children as they are surrounded by those they love
Expect me to NEED that glass of wine and cry at least once
Expect maybe I forgot the rolls (they are in the fridge 2nd shelf in a bag) and feel free to remind me (this is a family trait)
Expect a meal with friends and family - new and old - to give thanks
And maybe that is all I need to remember. That this isn't about me or how clean my kitchen floor is. This is about giving thanks for the blessings we have and how lucky we are to share the day with people we love.