If your family is anything like mine, every Thanksgiving is chaotic. Uncle Cletis shows up drunk again. Aunt Mable put too much mayonnaise in the potato salad, the kids are running in and out the house, my sister's flight was delayed, Johnny and Linda are whisper-fighting by the punch bowl again.
Then there is the football game divide in the house that could easily lead to arguments, (as if any of them are being paid). Family members are coming into the kitchen as I'm finalizing dinner to tell me not to let my brother-in-law pray over the food because they are hungry and his prayers are sermons.
And I'm yelling up the stairs to tell the kids to turn down the karaoke machine and then there is the struggle for the teen cousins to participate and get involved because they are constantly on their phones.
"No matter the chaos, I agree to host Thanksgiving again and again because I do love my messy family and it's my favorite time of year."
— Filed from the kitchen, still yelling up the stairs