It was a dark and stormy night...

...A murder was being committed.

She crept down the long dark hallway, her bare feet silent against the worn carpet. Fear pounded in her head, choking her breath. Would she be caught?

A sudden flash lit up the old house, blinding her. She froze.

CRASH!

Thunder rattled the shingles and a muffled scream escaped her trembling lips as she was again cast into darkness. Terror moistened her palms and weakened her knees as she leaned against the wall. Had the storm awakened him? She strained to hear over her pounding heart and the battering of the rain and wind against the windows.

Silent. Dark. The night seemed to suspend its breath in anticipation of the coming event. The lure of greed, evil and temptation pressed heavier, urging her on.

She slid forward, her fingertips pressed to the wall, steadying and guiding her. Almost there.

The door. It stood in front of her, illumined briefly by another flash of lightning. She reached out her trembling hand and grasped the handle. With a gentle pull, she inched the door wider. A lone light bulb flickered on, chasing away the thick darkness inside.

And then she saw him. He was laying there naked, legs apart, vulnerable and so close. She raised the knife. This is what she had been waiting for. Thoughts of this moment had consumed her days and tormented her nights. Now, it was finally here.

She reached out slowly.

"Honey, it's the middle of the night. What are you doing?"

The voice from behind startled her and she whipped around. The knife slipped from her grasp and clattered to the floor, barely missing her exposed toes. She had been caught.

"Um, making a turkey sandwich. Want one?"

So, I had a wonderful Thanksgiving. LOTS of family, food and fun. We ate till we were sick...and then ate some more. I enjoyed a feast of turkey, potatoes, stuffing, gravy, veggies (obligatory half-spoon), yams/sweet-potatoes, buns, and an assortment of salads.

Yes, salad. Believe it or not, I love this salad. Mostly because it has eggs, cheese, bacon and a thick cream sauce in it. It's a layered lettuce salad and does contain some actual green things, but when combined with the eggs cheese and bacon, and then covered in a thick creamy mayo dressing, well, it's just plain yummy. And it's got substance.

I also realized this weekend that it is, indeed, possible to have too much pumpkin pie. I never would have believed it, but my stomach is still protesting the assault I carried out on it. Do I regret it? Not really. Sure there was a penalty to pay, but the pain goes away after awhile. The memories, however, will live on. *sigh* ;-)

And last, but certainly not least, we celebrated my son Benen's fourth birthday. He's not actually four yet, but we took advantage of the whole family being together to celebrate his and my brother's B-days. I'm hoping to get some pictures up this week.

I don't have a great thought or witty comment to leave you with. I wish I did, but zilch. So tell me about your Thanksgiving weekend or Thanksgiving plans. Oh, and if you're wondering about the story above.....yeah, just a little turkey leftovers fantasy. I have mentioned that crazy things go on inside my head, right?

Teetering on the Edge

I can't believe I'm going to admit this. It's embarrassing really. Are you ready? Wait for it...wait for it....

I yelled at my baby today. Correction. I "raised my voice" at my sick baby. He's twenty months old and he's been suffering from a nasty cold for the past couple of days. But how much is a mom supposed to take??

He had been whining and crying for most of the day. He'd whine for some food so I'd put him in his highchair and place a snack on his tray. He'd reject the snack and start whining to get down. I tried feeding him all the things he liked but nothing seemed to satisfy him. Nothing, that is, except whatever I was eating.

Now, I'm the first to admit I'm territorial when it comes to food. I don't like sharing and I get a little squirm-ish if I see someone eyeing up my snack. I've learned to share small amounts with my children without resenting it, but I still have to do a mental pep talk and remind myself it's just a piece of food and they are my flesh and blood. After all, I'd die for them so I should be able to break off a morsel of chocolate without second...okay, third thoughts.

But I digress. Along with the continual whining, which wouldn't have been so bad on its own, he decided that today was the day to test all boundaries. He, quite literally, went from object to object getting into everything he knows not to touch. And what made it really intolerable was the look in his eye. I would say, "No, Kolten. Don't touch," and he'd put back whatever it was he had picked up. Then he'd look at me with this what-are-you-going-to-do look in his eye and walk straight to the next no-no.

I was soooo frustrated by the end of the day I decided to give another whack at the food thing. I put him in his highchair for supper and he immediately began to whine. And then the whining got louder. And louder. And then the other boys came upstairs.

"Mom, Connor told me I can't be Benen anymore?"
"I'm just telling him to be the bad guy."
"I don't wanna be the bad guy, I wanna be Benen."
"But then we can't play superheroes."

"Mom, Connor says I have to play superheroes."
"Mom, Benen won't play with me. What are you making? I'm hungry, can I have a snack?"
"I wanna snack, too. Can I have a snack."

Whine, whine, cryyyyyyyyy, bang, bang, screech.

The demands were growing, the baby was getting louder and I began to feel like a drowning woman who's head kept slipping beneath the waves. And then I snapped.

"QUIIIEEEEET!"

I've never seen my baby so shocked nor his eyes so wide.

"That's ENOUGH! Not a word!"

I proceeded to finish up in the kitchen and every time the baby let out a whimper I speared him with a look.

Now, anyone who thinks babies at that age don't comprehend much, are out to lunch. You are waaaaaay underestimating the ability these little ones have. I can look at my baby and say, "You see that cookie you dropped on the floor? I want you to go over, pick it up and put it right here on the table." Without batting an eye, he goes and does exactly what he's told. You can't tell me kids that age don't understand. I'll never believe that. Kids are intelligent and they live up to the expectations that are placed on them.

Again, I'm getting off track. Thankfully a few minutes later Dad in Shining Armour rode up on his trusty black diesel to save the day. Or at least salvage what was left of it. LOL!

Now, in my defense, I'd wager there's not a mother out there who hasn't lost it a time or two and demanded a little quiet. And if you're reading this right now and saying, "I've never done that," or "I'd never do anything like that," then perhaps you live in Stepford and bake cupcakes and cookies in cutesie dresses and high-heels.

But you can see I was pushed over the edge. And really, he's fine. I snuggled him before bed and sang to him and all's well. I'm just glad this day is over and we're at the start of a long weekend. It's Canadian Thanksgiving this weekend and I'm looking forward to turkey, stuffing, pie, chocolate, coffee and sleep. Lots of sleep.

Happy Thanksgiving! And if you're not Canadian, have a piece of pie on Sunday in celebration. At least it gives you an excuse. LOL!