Turns out, the in-laws are not coming for Thanksgiving after all. They're ill, which I do regret, and I hope they're feeling better soon. I was looking forward to having a full house for the holiday. It'll seem kind of sad, with extra space at the table. Plus, there's a rather large turkey thawing in the fridge, and nobody to eat the dark meat.
On the other hand, I can scale the preparations back now, from Frantic to just Busy. I finished cleaning the boys' bathroom because ... well, you know. But the rest of the place will remain its usual, dusty self. Now I can actually sit down here for a breather. With the new job and classes, I just don't have the time or energy this year for the Full Monty, solo-performance version of Thanksgiving.
I'm secretly relieved. Is that wrong?