Holidays always seem to take on a life of their own when you are married with two kids. Thanksgiving day reared it's big head, took us by the leash and dragged us around for the next three days. I don't think I've been so tired when I've supposedly been off of work and enjoying a long weekend. Don't get me wrong, I love the holidays. I love Thanksgiving enough to willfully put off celebrating Christmas, which I love, so that's saying something. It just seems that they are busier than you plan on, especially with big families that live closeby.
Thanksgiving day started out innocuous enough. Jenny and I got up and tidied the house. We even managed a workout in preparation of binging. We got the kids up and ready and I went off to play a little football in the Shadowbrook Ward Turkey Bowl. We played for about an hour and a half (I was on the losing end of a lopsided game, but I did manage to throw two interceptions!) when we decided to call it before any major injuries beyond the few muscle pulls and bruises.
Jenny came and met me and I got ready for the day. We headed off to her family's house to meet up with her brother who came into town from Portland. We hung out up there until I got hungry and decided that I wanted to eat. Since my family was eating at 2:00, and Jenny's wasn't eating until 6:00, it worked out that we got a little Thanksgiving lunch. After heading to my family's house to partake of our first feast, we went back to Jenny's fam's to digest and wait for dinner to start. We enjoyed our second meal of the day with them, then chewed the fat for a while before heading back to my fam's house where we were spending the night in preparation for our "Black Friday" tradition of early morning Christmas shopping.
More on that later...
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