Well, we survived Thanksgiving, but at my age...well, 10 little ones under the age of 9 simply wore me out. Even the two little one-year old got involved. The youngest was all over the house even though she is not walking yet and made as much noise as the bigger kids. So did the little boy. I heard him squeal and thought it was a bigger kid. But, with 20 here eating it was sure tiring. My oldest granddaughter has 4 kids of her own, then 4 foster kids. But they call us PopPop and Gigi, just like the others do.
We had decided to have brunch so others could join the other side of their families for the dinner. Hubby and I got some rest, and I sure needed it. I had been up since 3:45, and my old body sure let me know it.
Now I have to concentrate on getting hyped up for all of them over here for Christmas too. Oh my, the excitement that will be here too.
Cyber hugs to you all.