I Keep Thinking It's Saturday

It's the day before Thanksgiving and I keep getting confused and thinking we're going to church tomorrow. This confusion is due to the fact that Stephen has today off as part of Thanksgiving break; thus, the boys have been following him around whining, just like any Saturday, which results in my simultaneous planning of Thanksgiving side dishes and Sunday wardrobes.

Did I tell you that we are all sick again? I think my last update was that Steve and the kids were ill. Well, today I am officially feeling it, too. I was so proud to be the last hold-out--I had even offered up fervent prayers that the good Lord would spare me this time around, as the house ceases to function when I get sick, too. (That's not entirely true, but the kids do seem to spend a lot more time in their pajamas when I'm not in charge of things. And you know how I am about clean clothes.) For whatever reason, I was not spared, and now I feel achy and groggy and I just have a little over a million things to do. That's not true either, but Thanksgiving certainly makes us ("us" as in "those who are cooking") feel the pressure. Stephen seems to think this is self-induced pressure, that I shouldn't feel a need to go wild, but then who do you think would make the first snide comment if the stuffing or the chocolate cream pie were missing?

Steve, that's who.

Ahem.

So we are trudging along, working together to get the house clean (normal cleaning day is Thursday, but that just won't work this week) and wipe snotty noses. We are spending Thanksgiving day with my family, who live across town, and then Friday evening Stephen's sister and her husband are coming in for a short visit before they head farther north to visit with his family. Aunt Janie and Uncle Ryan have yet to meet Charlotte, so we are all anxious to see one another. We are also anxious to see what amazing knitting creations Janie has with her, and Steve in particular is curious about just how large Ryan has allowed his beard to grow.

Oh, the tension is palpable.

One other exciting bit of news: Tonight Candice and I are going with some friends so see Twilight yet again, thus sealing our lifetime memberships into the Fantasy Nerds Forever Club. In case you're keeping track, this will be the second time in less than a week (nay, five days) we 

will be swooning over Edward Cullen and his vampire brethren. I should note that our friends have also seen it once already. Also, I have to take Charlotte this time. Steve doesn't want a repeat of her face-melting episode.

Finally, I will close with an actual conversation my mother had with a coworker of hers:

Two coworkers are chatting. They stop as Mom approaches and one turns to her.

Coworker: "Cathy, who are your daughters in love with?"

Mom: "Edward."

Conversation resumes and Mom continues walking.