'Tis the Season for Feeling Thankful

I just realized that Thanksgiving is next week. I know that sounds like a silly thing to say. Of course Thanksgiving is next week. How could I not realize that?

 The aisles at Costco have been filled with Dearfoam slippers and 1,000-piece Lego sets for almost three months now.

Our large box of Halloween decorations has been sitting in my foyer waiting patiently to be put back in the attic until next year for almost two weeks.

And if that weren’t enough of a clue, all of my organized and thoughtful friends are posting daily “What I’m thankful for” status updates on Facebook. (I’m thankful people who know me well would never expect so much from me!)

And just like it seems to every year as of late the thought of Thanksgiving and then Christmas and (yikes!) the new year starts to overwhelm me. What happened to 2011 and all I was going to do? Where did it go? I need more time.

Because if Thanksgiving is next week that means I have so many things to do…

I have to start my Christmas shopping soon (which should be pretty cute considering our financial situation – or rather lack of one).

I have to write my holiday letter and send it out to 100 of our close, personal, if-only-they-read-my-freaking-blog-they’d-know-the-minutiae-of-our-daily-lives-and-I-wouldn’t-have-to-write-a-stupid-holiday-letter, faraway friends and family that I feel obligated love to keep in touch with.

And I have to figure out how I’m going to lose the weight I gained (that I haven’t been able to lose) from my month-long birthday celebration for a non-milestone birthday (in June) and now there will be parties and fattening break room food and even more alcohol than usual and that non-lost birthday weight might stick to that part of my body that used to be my waist forever.

And I’m supposed to be thankful?

Ahhhh… but I am.

For my children who right this very moment as I write this are fighting and will not go to bed.  (Please, please, please go to bed.)

For my husband who still puts up with me (and who I still put up with) after 17 loooong blissful years of marriage.

For my friends – both the ones I don’t let know me that well and have completely snowed over into thinking I’m pretty fab and the ones who have been around a long, long time (even longer than my husband) and know the truth but love me anyway. (Yeah, you know who you are.)

For my family who is there for me no matter what. And doesn’t complain when I use the F word in my blog. (At least not to me.)

And for the people who read my blog and connect with the crazy that goes on inside my head.

And of course for so much more. So very much more.

I’d just be more thankful if Thanksgiving were next month… or the month after that… and (holy freaking crap) not next week.

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