In preparation for the Holidays...

TMC/Thanksgiving (2010)

Something about the Holidays that makes us feel cheery and happy beyond measure.  We smile more, give more, do more, and be more.  What is it about this season?  I know I was whistling Dixie all day the day before I went to visit my mother.  I was thinking right up there with Dorothy as I prepared to click my heels three, four, or even five times to get to mom's sofa. ( I digress)

I am thankful for many things in my life; God, family, health, and friends head the top of the list.  I love this family-oriented holiday.  However, as I pull out of the Memphis Int’l airport headed home to Atlanta, I am giving thanks for several things, the main one being us returning safely home again.  Most of all, I am saying thank you for this trip through two airports with two teens and a tween (all of the male persuasion and yes, related to me,)
 is O V E R.

It never ceases to amaze me how my life can turn into everything from a boot camp to a field trip in a matter of seconds.  I don’t know about you, but in my mind, planning the trip versus the trip in reality seems to be a totally different animal.  As I write this and glare across to 11b, at the two least likely candidates to be seated next to each other; I am reminded of how easy it is for them to have technical difficulties, and why my eldest son practically snatched the gate agents hand off to grab the seating assignment next to mommy.

Has anyone else ever noticed that with boys, the more instructions you give, the more confused they become? Therefore, adventures like the airport, museum, mall, and grocery store can always prove to be a challenge.  Especially if any of the aforementioned happen while they are hungry.  Why bother to keep this up, you ask? Well it could be the since of accomplishment you feel when it’s finally over, or the myriad of compliments you get on how well behaved and mannerable your children are, or the look of sheer delight on my parents faces; I am not sure which one of these answers dupes me into continuing these charades.  Maybe it’s the fact that…hello…. You are somebody’s mommy, and that’s how we roll. Oh and the triple-layer 3000-calorie chocolate cake you are now wearing was well worth it…

I CAN'T WAIT TO GET BACK HOME!