It’s become tradition for us to host Thanksgiving at our house. My husband has become the “turkey man” after perfecting a turkey recipe he got from his coworker and so now, everyone gathers at our home on the day of thanks. It was the same this year, but I couldn’t tell report about the festivities as I didn’t attend.

Yes, you heard that right: I wasn’t present at Thanksgiving hosted at my own home.

I actually sabotaged myself. In the days leading up to the big day, I cleaned and organized and shopped, and I basically beat myself down. In my defense, I tried to break down all of the to-list things into smaller, manageable tasks, but my body disagreed. And so, twenty minutes after the guests arrived and after a little small talk, my body crashed. I was unfortunately done.

I spent the rest of the day in my bedroom slathered in essential oils (for pain) and under a heating pad, chugging water, trying not to vomit from the nausea and pain. I was also fighting off the beginnings of a migraine, which turned raging after an hour. And I slept.

But, according to my kids and husband, Thanksgiving was a success and everyone had a great time. It was really dark outside when everyone left, not sure what time it was, but from the noises drifting in under the bedroom door, it sounded like (from what I could actually remember) a good time was had.

Like I said, I couldn’t tell you for sure, as I’d taken myself out, lol.

But, there’s always next year, right?