It's the final countdown

My sister is coming home this week for Thanksgiving.  10 whole days of fun and fun and more fun.  I can't wait.

You know who else can't wait?  My little monsters miracles. 

Every morning, they wake up (early - thank you, damn daylight savings) and say the following:

"So, Mom.  4 (3, 2, 1) more days until Meemee gets here?"

Me (every time):  Yes.

Them (this morning, in particular, with hope in their eyes):  You mean, when we wake up tomorrow, she'll be here??!

She's more popular than Santa Claus!
My sister and her husband moved to Dallas about 6 years ago now.  For a 2-year trial.  Turns out 2 years last longer in Texas than they do in the rest of the world.  It's been... fine.  I mean, Texas isn't all that bad, and she has great neighbors.  We miss her like crazy up here, but it's that much more fun when she comes home.  I don't know if we'd have this much fun together if she actually lived here.

Okay, we probably would.

But, for the next 10 days, we'll have our Meemee to take us for donuts and to Toys R Us and to her father-in-law's retirement home to play chess! 

Oh wait, that's the kids.

For the next 10 days, I'll have my Meemee to get manicures and drink alcohol and bake Thanksgiving pies and drink alcohol and watch Ohio State-Michigan football and, well, drink alcohol!

To add to all that, my brother is coming home, too!  For the entire week!  I may never see my boys and husband again!!

Bring on the holidays!!