I've been reading all the blogs and comments about where people are going to be for Thanksgiving and who they will be with and what they are going to be cooking and baking. It's making me sad.
I should be used to this by now. Since I've been a flight attendant, I haven't spent one single holiday with any family member. It's part of the job. I fly on holidays.
Before I was a flight attendant and before my five children grew up, I had a 9-5 job as "Director of International Administration" for Domino's Pizza International, Inc. I was home every weekend and every holiday. When my children were growing up, I was a Super-Mom of the eighties. Thanksgiving was ALWAYS at our house, with my childhood sweetheart husband carving the turkey and aunts/uncles/nieces/nephews/ in-laws/grandparents all together. And I made GREAT gravy.
But then I got divorced. And then all my kids grew up. So I got a job as a flight attendant. I picked that job so that I wouldn't be the empty-nester needy mom who called their adult children too much and felt neglected and unappreciated when I wasn't first on their list when they had free time. (After all, my primary goal WAS to raise independent strong adults, not weenies who couldn't cut the apron strings!)
So now I have this great job that I LOVE. But it does mean I can't be with family on holidays. And I should be used to it by now. It's been years.
But I'm not.
And nothing in this blog is about smoking. Sorry.