I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving! I know you are all DYING to know how my Thanksgiving day dinner turned out since it was my coveted time to redeem myself since the last time my family LET me host Thanksgiving six years ago. If you happened to miss that story. . . you can find it here!
Let me start off by saying that we have a law in my family, The Lowry Law. Lowry is my maiden name and the law is a lot like Murphy's law. If it's going to happen, it's going to happen at the wrong time and the wrong place.
For example: I have paid for several vacations and ended up having to cancel due to sickness from me, child, animals etc. . .OR go on the vacation of a lifetime and there is a hurricane or some big disaster. . .AND this Thanksgiving wasn't any different.
Here is how it played out!
Tuesday night/Wednesday morning my dog starts with throwing up and diarrhea at 2 AM. I get up with him because my sweet husband goes to work and I get to stay home. I'm up cleaning the carpet in my family because my poor little dog can't make it outside. After cleaning up I went back to bed to get woken up an hour later with the dog back at it. So. . .I just stay up with him.
My husband gets up at 5:30 and gets ready for work. Now both my dogs are sick at this point. I call my vet and luckily she can get me in. With a few pills to stop the spewing from all ends, we leave the vet by noon to come home and find my NEVER sick husband in bed with a 102 fever.
He responds, "Lowry law."
I walk out to find the pills my vet had given the dogs hadn't worked, so I start to clean up the carpet in the family room. . .again. After cleaning the carpet, I knew what I had to do. Change Thanksgiving to my sisters, who happens to do everything right, and hang my head. I had already bought two turkeys, one ham, and all the fixings, so I packed them up and took them to her house for her to fix the next day for Thanksgiving.
There was no way my husband was going to be better by then.
Thanksgiving, my guys and I leave my husband and the dogs in bed while we head on over to my sister's for the Thanksgiving dinner I was supposed to have. Yes, there was a bit of jealousy in my tone. Damn it! It was MY Thanksgiving dinner!!! And taken away, yet again!
Still, it was nice not to have to clean up. Anyways, my sweet, dear husband had been sick for 36 hours by the time we got home that night. Of course I had called him several times to check on him and he sounded a little better each time. I could still hold out for our family Christmas tree tradition where we go to my mom's the weekend after Thanksgiving. If you want to read that story, go here.
I had packed my husband a plate just in case he was feeling better.
WAS HE FEELING BETTER!!!
I came home to ripped up carpet in the family room!!! He said that he got so tired of scrubbing the carpet and the idea of having dog mess on there made him even sicker, so we were getting hardwood floors. . .sigh.
Friday my husband and dogs were much better and on the mend. The hardwood floors were picked out, paid for and going to be installed the next week (which is this week). Okay, so my Christmas tree was going to have to wait to be put up in my house, but the family tradition of heading to Lexington, making cookies, and going to see the lights did happen and it was wonderful as usual.
I guess next year just might be my Thanksgiving to host.
Anything crazy happen on your Thanksgiving or did you go shopping?
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