Gobble Gobble

Started off turkey day by going to the hospital with Mom. Her husband has been there for about a week and I wanted to be there for her. Then I came home to mass destruction. This is what happens everytime I leave my house with the old man in charge. My living room turns into Madison Square Gardens and it's Royal Rumble time. Pillows, blankets and couch cushions all over the floor. Children are being tombstoned and body slammed everywhere (he is careful). I just walk out of the room shaking my head. I made dinner and it was good except for the potatoes. Yes Lord of Butter, I cleaned the turkey myself. There is something empowering about reaching in and pulling out the insides. Ahem, sorry. I'm not a violent person-REALLY. So I got up this morning and said I have screwed up this whole week, why workout now. I did behave on what I ate though. Like who wants to eat the day after Thanksgiving? So any ideas for tons of leftover turkey. I am planning on the soup. LOL!
Today my children and I decorated the windows for Christmas. No not with lights. With markers. I'm such a great Mother. They are these really neat Crayola markers you can use on glass. It's the only time I let them draw on anything other than paper. The old man hasn't seen it yet. I can't wait to see the expression.
TATA for now people