This morning I woke up at 7:00AM with Cooper. I had looked at the clock around 5:30 this morning and wondered if he was even alive because I hadn't heard a peep. He actually slept through the entire night for the first time in a really long time. Alas, I was woken in the middle of the night by the dishwasher beeping an error message at 1:00AM and then Lily crawling in claiming a thistle was stuck in her foot in the wee hours of the morning. Then, just as I was dozing off, a fly began buzzing around our bedroom.
I put our turkey in shortly after 8:00AM and it started smelling good just as we were preparing to leave. We got a huge dump of snow last night, so our leaf picture was foiled. I decided instead we would all just gather in the living room and make the circle on the rug.
After fighting with one boy over his wardrobe all morning, dealing with others who were grumpy, remembering all of the things I had to remember to bring to church etc, my patience was wearing thin. We were running late, so I just snapped a few quickly and then we loaded up. None of the pictures really turned out. Sawyer had something stuck in his eye, Lily was feeling punky, & Cooper refused to lay down. It was one big fight. "Why do we have to do this stupid tradition?" they whined... So off to church we went.

Lily began a fever during Sacrament meeting and then accompanied me to Relief Society where she fell asleep on my lap. On the way home the children were all fighting and somehow we got on the topic of the picture and someone asked if we were re-doing it. We couldn't because everyone was coming home in three different vehicles. I whispered, "no, it's a stupid tradition" as tears welled in my eyes. I drove home in silence, listening to a moving instrumental piece and willing myself to be filled with more gratitude given the fact that we were celebrating Thanksgiving.
When I pulled into the driveway, I knew the turkey would need basting as soon as I walked in. Cooper had fallen asleep and Lily was still feverish and begging to be put to bed with a heat bag. The boys were asking what I was making for lunch and I felt myself break as emotions were already close to the surface and feelings of inadequacy caused them to boil to the top. I put myself in my room for a time out and then sobbed to my pour husband after he got home (even though he had just dealt with bishopric meetings and a burst pipe at the church).
Coopers powdered donut face with his hands stuck in his pockets definitely cheered me up as we sat and visited with my Dad and my sister in the living room!
I snuck a picture with my dear Mr. Stannix later in the afternoon.
Dinner was delicious! It was so fun raising our own turkey this year. Mom's pies were perfect! Clean up was fast with many hands on deck. I ended the night with a few boys asking to verse me on the pool table. We had a movie, snacks and a house filled with company.
The teacher strike is still on, but seminary is beginning again next week on zoom. It will add a bit more structure to our days and I'm looking forward to getting the house back in order and putting everything in it's place. And while it was a tough day, I am still so grateful for this family of mine and all of the many things we have been blessed with!