Turkey Tonsillitis

So, it's several minutes past midnight on Thanksgiving Eve, and I'm stuck in bed with what I've self-diagnosed as bacterial tonsillitis. As you might imagine, I've had little to zero motivation to do anything today but simply survive life. Thankfully, the kids were willing to watch one of the longest movies known to momkind in our collection (Cars 2... for the zillionth time). So, I slept a little, hoped to heal a little, perhaps swallow without pain when I woke up...

Well, one can dream. 

My throat is still raw, but not as much as my emotions when I think about 3 little children who will not get to eat turkey on Thanksgiving Day. As Ralphie from "A Christmas Story" once said, "No turkey! No turkey sandwiches! No turkey salad! No turkey gravy! Turkey Hash! Turkey a la King! Or gallons of turkey soup!" 

Nope. Just some overcooked bone broth that's been simmering in the crockpot for 3 days straight, some already-eaten-tonight sweet potatoes, frozen pre-made cranberry sauce, ground beef, and leftover refried beans.

Never mind the super duper, uber kashnuper, once-a-year praline caramel cheesecake with homemade caramel and crust I was going to make and take to our friend's house. Or my sister's like-no-other cornbread stuffing (dressing) recipe! *sigh*

Well, there are worse things in life, and I know they'll probably be happy with just "breakfast dinner" or even the chicken breast sandwich meat that perhaps we can pretend came from a freshly cooked bird. And, I know they won't balk at the leftover grain-free brownies they liked so much today. 

All in all... this turkey with tonsillitis is still thankful for little hugs, for little boys who bring me water when I'm sick, and for little girls who write sounded-out phrases like, "I AM TKFOL FR YOU, MOM."

Happy Thanksgiving!

Soli Deo Gloria