Thanksgiving was good, thanks. Yours? I’ll do the picture thang later. My turkey…I outdid myself!! My hubby made…get this…RIBS. YUMMY!! He needs to start doing those ribfests all over the country because…they’re that good!
We had all the gross Thanksgiving side dishes that go along with the food.
I don’t think I’ve mentioned that Thanksgiving is my LEAST favorite holiday. I’m not sure why but I’m sure there are no deep rooted issues involved.
But…it wasn’t really about the food. Although…yes, I AM an amazing cook. And yes…I did have quite the spread.
This is a little bit about those who joined us to give thanks…
It was…the Motley Crue.
Vince Neil was played by my sisters FIL…who brought along his Rock of Love winner…a lovely Zumba teacher about 25 years his junior.
Tommy Lee was played by…my husbands ex-wife…who left early to “make the rounds” of various hard-rocking Thanksgiving parties.
Nikki Sixx and Mick Mars…couldn’t join us because they were “otherwise occupied”. But that was OK because…
my headbanging causing parents were with us. And…my sister and her hubby and kids.
It was nice. Everyone got along. And we all sat around yawning to the tales of Vince Neills life as he monopolized ALL the air time!!
I hope everyone had a lovely hard rocking Thanksgiving too!!
So after Crue left and the trashed house was de-trashed…the kids were FINALLY wound down enough to go to bed…at 11!!
I thought…FOR SURE…that the littlest guy would sleep through the night because of how late he went to bed.
But…at around 3am…a loud voice screamed my name and I did the shuffle to his room. And schlepped him back to my bed. Save it. I know. He’s almost 5 and he shouldn’t be doing this anymore. Try to tell that to the kid…K, thanks.
He fell back to sleep until 8. Yes…the benefit of having him sleep in my bed…he sleeps in a little!!
But he was crying because…
in his dream, he told me…
he wasn’t paying attention to where he was walking and he fell into a “squirrel hole”. And he said that he cried for me to help him and when I grabbed his hand…I fell in too! And he called for his Daddy who said that he wouldn’t help him.
And he was so upset because his Daddy wouldn’t help him.
I told him that Mommy and Daddy would NEVER tell him that we wouldn’t help him. That…NO MATTER WHAT…if he needed us…we’d be there.
But…that didn’t make him feel any better because for an hour he talked about his dream. Telling all his brothers and sisters about it. And they all told him the same thing…that if he EVER needed help…one of us would be there to save him.
It kind of made me sad though. Because his dream, to me, made it sound like…he knows that I would try to save him but…maybe wouldn’t be able to. And that maybe he doesn’t think his dad would help either of us.
It made me wonder how he really percieves us.
it made me realize…
Another one of my kids is DEFINITELY going to need therapy!!