We all love Thanksgiving! All the food and none of the gift-giving obligations of Christmas. At the end of the night, you feel satisfied: football was watched, bird was carved, thanks were given, family tensions were renewed, drunk friends were hugged, and the tofurkey was dutifully ignored by all—even the vegans.
The bliss ends soon. Driving home (or cleaning home), you already feel as stuffed as the unfortunate bird was a few hours before. The cranberry sauce doesn’t taste as good when it is burped. That’s Stage One of Thanksgiving Hangover.
Black Friday comes, and you hope to lose all excess fat, calories, sugar, and carbs by standing up for hours, folding and unfolding flyers and coupon printouts, sending and receiving texts, and making your eyeballs go really fast from one price sticker to the next. Sadly, that workout doesn’t work out. You feel a crushing guilt about splurging on a third espresso machine (it was 60% off!) and on an Amazon Prime card with a hefty annual fee. Second Stage.
Sunday night, you help the kids—past their bedtime—with their forgotten homework and realize that the house needs another cleaning. The pesky, long weekend ends with a bottle of wine and a mind-numbing DVR-watching session. After a four-day holiday, you are exhausted, and you’ve gained a few pounds. Screams of over-excited kids, caged for half a week, still echo inside your head when you go to sleep—late. That’s Stage Three.
But Monday morning, after driving them to school, you find yourself with your favorite mug of coffee. Your room, in your office or home, is silent. You smile and get back to your routine.
You love your life, your family, your friends. What a special holiday! You love Thanksgiving.
Did it sound familiar? Please share your Thanksgiving Hangover experiences!