Background: I'm the USC, married to my UKC, and we have been here in England with our two DDs for three years now. We literally live in the in-laws back yard. We go weeks without seeing them. They do not help at all with the girls. No Sunday dinners, no babysitting, nada.
DH wanted to reach out and try to make an effort to keep some sort of relationship going, so he talked me in to having them over for dinner tonight. They accepted, declined, and re-accepted, all in the past week.
So I decided that I was going to make sure it was a great, traditional Thanksgiving. I found a butcher who would order me a turkey this early. I ordered the canned pumpkin off the internet, because we don't have any groceries nearby that carry it. I bought artisan bread and cubed and dried it for homemade stuffing. I found a recipe for homemade poultry seasoning and made it. I stayed up til midnight last night making pie, because I was busy in the evening taking DD to A&E to get her lip glued back together where she put her teeth right through it when she fell down. And somewhere between doing the school runs today, I got the turkey in and tidied the house.
And AN HOUR before we were supposed to have dinner, my FIL knocked on the door. He'd been out walking the dog.
And told me they wouldn't be coming. Because he didn't 'feel well'.
Would anyone like some really nice sausage apple and pecan stuffing and a slice of pumpkin pie? I have plenty.
