It has been one special day. To start, FI got called in to work due to an emergency. So I got to deal with the family and cooking alone. So I start the cooking. No big deal. Everything was ready within two hours, and my chocolate ganache for dessert was cooling on the counter.
So I take a shower and get ready only to come out to find that our new dog stole the chocolate off the counter. I ended up having to remake the ganache, but was short on chocolate, so it ended up being to thin. So chocolate sloshes on the car seat of our new truck on the drive to the first holiday engagement. (Also ended up having to take the dog with me because the emergency vet said he needed to be watched closely after eating nearly four cups of chocolate.)
Well we get to my aunt's for our turkey day brunch. The dog gets shut in a room with my purse and coat while I attempted to save the sloshed desserts (one for this brunch and others for dinner with FI's family later). I left the dog alone for 15-20 minutes. He did not appreciate this in any way, and thus shredded my coat and left my aunt's guestroom covered in the down stuffing of my coat.
Brunch and dinner were ok aside from the perpetual harassment about needing grandkids / neices/nephews / great grand kids... Then my step mom comments that we need to get pregnant asap because apparently at mid-20s we are getting old and running out of time to have kids. That just infuriated me. I mean clearly we couldn't possibly be trying or anything considering that we have had four miscarriages in the last two and a half years. And clearly, we must be stupid for following the OBGYNs advice and not trying for a year. FI's mom even had the gall to tell me that she lost 9 but that she just "got back on the horse" as it were until they got the four kids they had wanted, and that I shouldn't just stop / wait because I "had gotten bucked off the bronco." Ugh!
I shall now retire to a nice piping hot glass of mulled wine and a funny movie.