Today is Saturday. Family arrives on Wednesday. We are hosting 10 for Thanksgiving on Friday. My list of things to do for the next 2 days is a MILE long. And I have a cold. A I-can't-breathe-or-think-straight cold.
Normally I would take some cold medicine and push through the next week -- but the last time I got sick and didn't take care of myself I ended up unable to function for months... so I am a little paranoid about being sick and I am not going to push myself. At all.
So now I have a mental checklist --
If I don't get better by tomorrow the pies will be store-bought.
If I am not better by Monday the sides will be simplified.
If I am not better by Wednesday the stuffing will be Pepperidge Farm.
I just keep reminding myself... Thanksgiving is about being together... so the food isn't that important. The down side is that if most things are store-bought I will not be able to eat most of the meal (gluten is everywhere). But better to miss out, than to end up back where I was in June (I was diagnosed with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome this summer).
It's funny. I always get what the kids bring home... and I've never given it much thought. I've gotten quite good at pushing through and keeping the household going while sick... and now a simple cold brings a terrible feeling of fear. I have never been afraid of being sick, and now I am afraid not of the cold but of having my health fall apart again.
On the positive side I get to spend the morning sitting in bed, playing on my computer and drinking tea instead of running around like a crazy person.