I’m a student first-and-foremost. Let me just put that out there to put the following into perspective, OK? My time is divided between studying, writing papers, completing other schoolwork and projects, and trying to stay sane. When I have time, I cook, clean, and take care of those things that make a household run smoothly. On occasion, I get to sleep. haha

Last night, I finished my daily share of schoolwork and decided that my kitchen was a mess and that I needed to spend the next two hours cleaning, washing all of my baking supplies, and getting the area holiday ready and Mom-proof. (You know that no matter how old you get, you do that frantic “OMG, Mom’s coming and I have to have everything perfect!” sweeping attempt at making your house Martha Stewart-like within 48 hours. It’s an impossible brutal task, but we go through it yearly!)

I have an itenerary for now through Thanksgiving – I just hope I make it until then! I planned a menu for the “main event” and am in the process of planning tentative menus for the other days that Mom will be here. My mother is one of the most wonderful women I’ve ever met. She’s not overly-critical of what I do and is really, very supportive. HOWEVER – after fighting the crowds and getting most of my Thanksgiving food shopping done on Saturday (minus the fresh produce I’ll get closer to time) – I’m on the phone with Mom and ask her when she thinks I should set the turkey in the refridgerator to start defrosting. She gives me her response of “Monday” (which coincides with what I was thinking to begin with!) and ask me what brand of turkey I got. I tell her and she responds with: “Is that really a good brand, dear? I wouldn’t have gotten that. I guess I’ll just have to pick one up on my way down there.”

OMG!! Seriously?! I have sacrificed valuable study time to do grocery shopping and get ready for the first Thanksgiving we’ll have on our own and found the perfect sized turkey for our family, only do have tell me that she’ll “just have to pick one up on [her] way down [here]“? I know that I can’t get too upset, but that just irks me!

 

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