At some point our family fell out of the usual Thanksgiving routine. We got tired of turkey. Stuffing. That danged green bean casserole and the "mystery Jello mold" desserts. In fact, the whole business of cooking the typical Thanksgiving meal got old.
It was just another meal except on a weekday, and we didn't have to go to school the next day. We came, we ate, we argued, we ate dessert and then we left, if it wasn't being called Thanksgiving, It would be called Sunday dinner.
One of the best parts of Thanksgiving for me is re-watching some of the classic holiday blunders that have been depicted on television. Whether dealing with the drama of in-laws or botching a traditional family recipe, these are some of my absolute favorite outrageous Thanksgiving blunders on TV.
Before we had our sons, the extra hour every fall meant more time to work, explore New York or watch one more episode of our latest binge. Now, the end of Daylight Saving Time represents waking up in the dark and adding 60 more minutes to the grouchiest part of our evening.
It's impossible to believe, but in less than three weeks, it'll be Halloween again. It's impossible to believe because it's nearly 80 degrees and instead of being blistery cold, it's like another August, but of course it's not.
My husband took my entire family out for dinner at a French restaurant when he was courting me, and we all sat down, looked at the china, knew it was Syracuse and every one of us picked up our plate to check the bottom. We were right. He sat there totally startled at the odd ritual.
No matter how far away from him I was, the mere act of curling up in a comfy chair with the latest rendition of the Hallmark Hall of Fame gave me the same feeling of warmth and security that I'd felt sitting in the big chair with my Grampa when I was a little girl.
From my children's earliest years, on through my divorce and years as a single parent, we would gather together for a small party to decorate the tree. We'd join again to take it down on New Year's Day, sort of like bookends to the holiday season; a transition into the new calendar year.
I write about real-life because that is where I live with three active boys at home -- one curious 9-year-old Gus and 15-year-old twins, Wesley and Mickael Josef. And now my college-age son Ryan and his fiancée Larissa are home for Christmas as well with my daughter Rachel and her husband!
I hope that when they are older and discuss among themselves how we went many places, and did many things, and that mom took a lot of photos of them, they will also remember how we say "I love you" so many times a day.