Thanksgiving. Not my favorite holiday.  Plus it’s the day that kicks off all the stress and busyness of the holiday season. It’s nifty that it’s not a religious holiday so you never run the risk of offending someone if you wish them a Happy Thanksgiving, but that’s pretty much all the day has going for it.

This year’s Thanksgiving got off to a particularly bad start.

We decided to spend this year celebrating with my mother-in-law’s side of the family.  I was put in charge of making mashed potatoes.  I figured there’d be 20-25 people in attendance so after crowdsourcing on twitter, decided to make 15 lbs of mashed potatoes.  Things ran awry when I went to Target earlier in the week to pick up the potatoes only to discover that damn store was out of the exact potatoes I wanted.  Whatever.  I adapted.

Come Thanksgiving morning, I’m standing in the kitchen, shredding my fingers to a bloody pulp as I try to peel the itty bitty red potatoes I bought, when all of a sudden I hear a baby’s sob.  Mr. Mac decided to go and give himself a bloody mouth and a fat lip by running on the bed and falling into the headboard.  Brilliant.  I stopped what I was doing, tended to him, and got the bleeding situation under control.  Then, as I was battling potatoes during the mashing process, I started to shove all the potato peelings down the garbage disposal. HUGE mistake.  The garbage disposal clogged and a pipe burst under our sink.  AWESOME.  As I tried every piece of equipment at my disposal to try to get my potatoes to mash properly, The Husband worked on the sink, Mac napped, and the dog pooped in the basement.

Yes, while all of this was going on, the dog decided to take a dump in the basement.

We were at our wit’s end and I was one second a way from weeping over my stock pot because after 3 hours of battle, I was staring at 15 lbs of lumpy, gluey potatoes.  It wasn’t my finest moment.

Luckily, once we got to dinner, things started to vastly improve (I suspect the wine I had can be given credit for this improvement).  Everyone complimented my potatoes, although I’m pretty sure they were just being nice since only about 5 lbs of said potatoes got eaten :\

SO. That was our Thanksgiving.  I’m happy Mac still isn’t old enough to remember this holiday.  Here’s hoping next year provides some happier memories.