We made the miracle happen, and we're ready for tomorrow.
See the picture of the upstairs bathroom?
Well, there's more to the story.
Years ago one of those things that cover a plug in fell into the toilet tank and was swept into the porcelain of the bowl. It never worked quite right after that, blocked the flow of water through the channels.
Last week, he replaced the toilet while I was off working. I was happy. Everyone was.
But the next day I had to ask him, "What did you do with the tank set?"
"I don't know. What is it?"
I said, "That fuzzy rug thing that was on the tank and all."
"Oh. I threw it away."
"You threw it away?"
"Yeah. I mean, what's the point of it? Plus it was hideous."
Okay, then. Pointless AND hideous.
So I found the old rug in the linen closet and the old seat cover in the towel basket. No lives were lost. We'll be fine.
A view of the girls' room:
Okay, this is James' light fixture. It is full of coins and dead bugs. Apparently they throw the coins in there for fun somehow. The dead bugs appeared on their own, naturally.
This is not a problem I will be dealing with today.
Well, we used to have a neighbor who was a very casual housekeeper. She had other priorities and they are a great family.
Anyway, one of the kids was over at their house when they were having company coming in a few hours. The place was fairly trashed, and the kid knew how very nervous this would make me if it were my situation.
This mom was so fantastic. She told the kids, "Okay, right now I'm going to take a nap, and then we're going to make a miracle happen."
My kid about fell over: Take a nap?
I know, right?
We are hosting Thanksgiving tomorrow and we're not taking a nap at this point, but we are going to make a miracle happen.
Why does the air conditioner cover keep on popping off? I have even used box tape and everything, and yet there it is:
What happened to the end of the couch? Why is it dented like that?
I will look into it.
Maybe I can stuff a pillow in there and pop it back up.
This dining room table attracts clutter like nothing else. OH, and that brown wrapper? It was a box of gifts from Renee. The kids are intrigued, and so are we. They have Christmas paper on them, so we have to wait.
Thinking about that miracle!
She's taking care of the nap, I guess.
The list. That was Maria's first instruction: Make a list.
This is in the kitchen why?
What's with this basket? I see a naked doll, a Barbie cash register, a scary mask, Raggedy Ann upside down, a gold shoe from the dress up bin--my mom wore those on New Year's Eve, 1962. Kirsten's maroon high heel and those silver sandals she gave the kids for dress up.
Maybe we won't deal with this at all.
This plaid shirt is someone's, but nobody in this family. We don't know where it came from.
One thing already done--the turtle tank was dealt with yesterday.
Okay, someone is vacuuming. I have to go. This miracle needs to happen.
So since I started doing Thanksgiving about ten years ago, my mother has given me Thanksgiving gifts.
A couple are pretty Thanksgiving plates, but some are these sort of bizarre hilarious ones, like my Thanksgiving couch pillow. It's only used for one month a year, so it's lasted a long time, and it's strangely popular too.
And then these guys below:
The Pilgrim Bears.
The little child pj had them in my bed one morning while we watched Curious George. She watched. I snoozed. Well she thought they were Halloween guys as she jumped on my back. I told her no, they're Pilgrims.
"Pilgrims??" She held one in each hand and turned them to look at their faces. Then she laughed.
Well, this morning, my mother presented me with a Thanksgiving gift for this year:
He's very weird.
When I took him from the bag, we could not stop laughing. Do turkeys wear pants? Ever? And he has this little goofy hair on the top of his head--can't see it here because of the light.
Oh my goodness.
Plus, he's not breakable and he's bound to make some crazy little kids really happy.
Thank you, Mom. You are a most excellent Great-Grandma.