Happy (early) Thanksgiving everyone! As of this moment, I’m still not quite sure what our plans will be for the day. My mother-in-law, husband, and myself had decided to skip the cooking and the mess this year and just go to Cracker Barrel for some food before spending time together at the house. But because my sister-in-law will be here with her 1-year-old daughter and because she insists on a traditional Thanksgiving, my poor mom-in-law may be stuck doing some last minute cleaning, crazy organizing due to the Christmas gifts scattered around her house, and some very last minute dinner planning.
My mother-in-law is a saint; there’s no other way to describe her. Her dining room is literally buried under Christmas gifts, wrap, and accessories as she prepares for our first Christmas on December 1st in Ohio, yet she will not hesitate to stay up until the wee hours of the morning to make that room spotless so we can enjoy dinner. She’ll get a turkey and a ham last minute and spend the entire day slaving away in the kitchen if her kid(s) want a traditional Thanksgiving celebration. She is always putting herself last when it comes to us.
Prior to getting married, I always heard horror stories about in-laws. They never considered you good enough for their baby, they stuck their nose in your business, they were mean and snappy when it came to how you kept your house or what foods you ate, and they were a headache you could never shake. Considering how I met my husband, I couldn’t imagine his mother liking me in the least. A chick he met on the internet who had a toddler running around? I was certain I was the furthest thing from what she imagined for her son.
Thankfully, I was just being my usual paranoid self, as she welcomed me into her family without judgment and with open arms. She’s done more for me in the last almost 5 years than my own mother has done for me my entire life. She worries about us a bit too much, but that is the worst thing I can say about her, and even that isn’t much of a negative. I can’t say it enough; I hit the mom-in-law jackpot.
I bitch a lot. More than a lot. But in all honesty, I have a pretty easy and comfortable life. My husband loves me to pieces for better and for worse, never treats me poorly or is dishonest, always supports me, and is an incredible man. My little boy loves me to pieces and is one of the brightest kids in his grade, he’s sweet as pie, and he always finds a way to impress me and make me proud. We have the coolest and sweetest dog to ever exist. We have a townhome with attached garage and a lake in our backyard. We’re both employed full-time and in good health. Life is good.
Regardless of what we end up doing for Thanksgiving, I’m just going to be happy for the time off with my family. I don’t need turkey and trimmings or anything fancy. We can go to Hardee’s for all I care. As long as we’re together and safe, I consider that a very Happy Thanksgiving.