Hey, have I mentioned how much I love Thanksgiving? Because I do. Oh, so much. And not just because it’s a holiday where it’s acceptable to drink all day.
This year in particular I’m looking forward to because it’s the first Thanksgiving where our whole family is complete. Both kids are now officially out of my uterus and I plan on having no other occupants in said uterus unless my husband wants brutally whacked with a frying pan. So, I am just filled to the brim with the Thanksgiving spirit (and here soon the Thanksgiving spirits).
Which is why I wanted to make a list of all the things I am thankful for this year because there are just so many. For instance…
Not being pregnant like I was last year when I almost puked on three-fourths of my husband’s lovely extended family.
Not being pregnant like I was last year so I can drink wine before I’m required to stick my hand up a strange turkey’s arse.
Not being pregnant like I was last year so I can eat my famous cheeseball again, soaking up all the delicious possible listeria guilt-free.
Not being pregnant like I was last year because, surprise!, I hate being pregnant.
And in non-non-pregnant things to be thankful for:
Joe Biden memes, which I suspect might be the only thing holding the country together at this point.
Not leaving my house on Black Friday but snarkily tweeting about it from the comfort of my couch.
Both my kids are beautiful and healthy and think Momma is just the greatest. Even when she’s having a bad day and isn’t.
Finding friends who like and accept me regardless of my cliché love of pumpkin spice.
That panty hose are no longer a thing.
I know I say this every year, but toilet paper, because, I mean, think of the alternative.
Being an adult and as such having the freedom to have ice cream for breakfast! And a wheel of cheese at lunch! And a beer whenever I want! As long as I do all those things while hiding in the bathroom from the rest of the family!
That moment amidst the chaos when you’re handing your small children back and forth with your significant other because one needs fed and the other needs a diaper change or whatever the reason, and your hands briefly touch while exchanging the kids and you feel so connected, so bonded to them. And you become more than just a team. You become a tribe. And the love is so strong in that brief moment that you almost can’t stand it.
Basil ice cream (it’s a thing and it’s amazing).
That when I look at my children, I’m still blown away by the fact they are mine and I get to keep them.
Accidentally stumbling upon a recipe for Deep Fried Stuffing Balls while looking up Thanksgiving ideas and feeling a swell of pride at being an American in a year where being an American was extremely difficult.
My family is finally at the point financially that we can afford to get two toppings on our pizza. Three, if it’s a special occasion.
There is going to be a revival of “Gilmore Girls” on Netflix (and more broadly, that we live in a time where the end of a beloved TV show isn’t necessarily the end).
Tiny, chubby baby feet that you have to use all of your willpower not to bite because they are the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen and for some reason humans always want to bite really adorable things.
My stupid dog. God, I love that stupid dog.
Our son isn’t even close to being potty trained yet but at least he is to the point where he can tell us loudly in public that he is “GOING POTTY RIGHT NOW, MOMMA! YAY!”
Having the power in the palm of my hand to reach out to other moms, other writers, other rabid fans of the TV show “Supernatural.” All of those things can be extremely isolating and I can guarantee I’m not the only one who has found a haven online to help get me through the bad days. For all our handwringing about how technology is turning us into a bunch of zombies, at least we are bunch of zombies with online friends who understand what we are going through.
Strangers who randomly tell you to have a Happy Thanksgiving.
And on that note, Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!