So here it is: I ruled Thanksgiving. It was beautiful, the food was tasty, people had a good time, and the dog only stole four crackers off the coffee table.
But let's dig a little deeper. You may know how my family calls my husband "Poor Rob" because he has the misfortune to be married to me which makes it necessary for him to "do everything." In the last few months, during my little break from, you know, life, he did do everything, but usually I do way more stuff than my family thinks I do. Rob is very comfortable and calm in the kitchen, and I am less so. Especially when there are things on more than on burner; that can send me over the edge. But I wanted to make sure that my family saw that I was just as involved in the kitchen as he was, so I told him to make sure I looked good.
At one point during cocktail hour, he went into the kitchen to get his burners on, and I was all, "Do you need me in there?" and he was all, "No." and then I gave him the death stare, imperceptible to anyone but him. Two minutes later he came out of the kitchen and said, "Actually, I do need you in the kitchen." so I went in and was all, "What do you need me to do?" and he was all, "Nothing, just look busy."
Turns out, I only cooked two things: soup the day before, and stuffing the day of. And it was Stovetop Stuffing, so its not like it was hard, even if I did saute apples and celery to put in it. I did clean the house, though, and set the table, so there's that.
Then, after Thanksgiving, Rob cleaned up the whole entire mess. I didn't ask him to do it, but over two days he ran the dishwasher four times, put everything away, washed the table cloth and napkins, and I didn't life a finger. I was exhausted, and still am, but so was he. Don't know what got into him, but I'm not complaining!
So, I did it. I hosted Thanksgiving. It blew the doors off. Now, its a month until Christmas. Time to gird my loins.