Starting now...now....this moment. Seriously. I give up. I'm giving in. It's the day before Thanksgiving, and like you, I have a million things to do in order to welcome a houseful of guests tomorrow.

I know the drill. After all, I've done this for the past 30 years and I've always enjoyed it. But, over the last few years, I've enjoyed it less. My brain is tired. Having been diagnosed with MS in 2000, I find the constant movement, the heightened noise, the overall increased stimulii getting to me.

All six of my adult children (none married - that's another post) are coming, starting at 10:30 am. I can't wait to see them. I'm sure it will be a wonderful day. At least, I know it could be all that I hope for. But, there's one thing I'm doing this year that I believe will assure that it is my best Thanksgiving ever............I mean EVER.

I'm giving in!

I'm letting my husband do everything. And, I mean everything. He's been asking, almost begging to take over. Since the beginning of November, he has tried to talk me into just sitting back and letting him handle the Holiday. Why have I resisted? What the hell is wrong with me?

Sure, he will do things differently. He's going to turn the huge 25 lb. turkey w/ my traditional sage/walnut dressing (he yawns when we talk about it) into his own turkey rouladen with an entirely new dressing recipe rolled into the turkey breast, tied with string and baked. He's going to make a shrimp appetizer, stuffed mushrooms, and a few other items.

He really is a great cook. Always has been. Me? Not so much. Just average. He says I "cook" but, not in the kitchen. He's hysterical. Who is he talking about?

So, the kitchen is officially his for Thanksgiving. Go ahead baby, impress me. Impress us all. I'm giving up. And, it's about time.

Now what do I do?


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