This Thanksgiving was a whirlwind of low-level drama. It started with the terrible weather on Wednesday and a slow, slick drive up to my parents’ place. Thursday my daughter woke up in super-crank mode. She was crying at nothing and everything, alternately refusing and demanding food, and wanting constantly to be held – but only by one of the two cooks, her Mama and Grammy. There were lots of tears, followed by vomit at the dinner table, followed by a fever… Don’t get me wrong, it was still a joyful (and delicious!) Thanksgiving, but it was also an event that screamed, “HI YOU’RE A PARENT NOW,” as though I’d forgotten.
Still, this was a vast improvement over last year.