I’m sort of dreading tomorrow.
I have to get up early to go out of town to eat breakfast with part of my family. Thanksgiving breakfast. That just seems weird that we will be eating at a restaurant when everyone else is still at home baking and watching the Macy’s parade. But it will be nice to visit with my mom and brother.
After that, we rush home to go eat luper (like brunch, luper is a combination of dinner and supper) with my husband’s family. That’s the part I’m really dreading. Not everyone in my husband’s family is on speaking terms with each other and it is sure to be an awkward meal.
I think part of my dread also has to do with the traditional Thanksgiving meal. I love to eat. But turkey and pumpkin pie aren’t high on my list of favorites.
I wish I could skip over tomorrow and head straight to the shopping on Friday. That’s something I can get excited about!
Every year, we vow that we are going to go on vacation over Thanksgiving week rather than torture ourselves. We have yet to do it one time. There’s always next year…
