Please welcome my guest blogger, Maggie Robinson. She and Diane Whiteside are the other authors in my upcoming anthology IMPROPER GENTLEMEN. I haven’t met Maggie in person yet, but she lives in Maine, so I’m hoping to run into her when I finally head up there to complete Personal Bucket List Item #4! She’s here today to share about her family’s Thanksgiving foibles and will offer a copy of Lords of Passion, her new anthology with romance legend Virginia Henley and Kate Pearce to a commenter who shares their holiday mishaps.
Take it away, Maggie!
Thanksgiving with the Robinson’s
Thanksgiving is my husband John’s favorite holiday. I don’t know if it’s because of the football, the food or the fact he’s not spending money on toys he has to put together. :) We usually host a fair-sized crowd—since we have four grown children with spouses, kids and in-laws, it’s not hard to do.
This year we have a whole lot to be thankful for. This past April, John had some pretty serious emergency surgery. I spent release day for my Kensington Brava debut Mistress by Mistake in the hospital, although he was so drugged up he would not really have known if I was there or not. When my alter ego Margaret Rowe’s book Tempting Eden came out in June, he was back home and we were both having a tough time adjusting. But things have smoothed out. Even though he goes back in the hospital for more surgery in January (just in time for Mistress by Midnight to come out, LOL), our outlook is a whole lot brighter. One week from today, my novella in Lords of Passion will hit the shelves, and he promises me there will be no medical complications of any kind.
Which brings me to my most memorable Thanksgiving. My middle daughter Jessie decided she was comfy and cozy in utero and delayed her entrance in the world. She was due on November 15, but must have been holding out for the gravy and mashed potatoes. That year, I bought a nine pound turkey and we had a small dinner—just John, his mother, and our two older children. My mother-in-law planned to spend the night and go home Friday.
Jessie had other ideas. I was in intermittent labor all day as I slaved in the kitchen. I went to the hospital Friday morning, leaving my poor mother-in-law with a five-year-old and an almost three-year-old. However, once again Jessie balked, and it wasn’t until Saturday and a C-section that she finally arrived. I’ve never let her forget that she weighed more than our Thanksgiving turkey that year—nine pounds and eleven ounces. She was the most beautiful thing—pink and plump and juicy. ;)
Meanwhile, my mother-in-law—who had come with one change of underwear—was trapped at my house for a week with two active little kids. As soon as John brought Jessie and me home, she fled, which was entirely understandable. So my Thanksgiving baby and her siblings and I nested while my school principal husband went back to work. But all the leftovers had been eaten.
Jessie had further Thanksgiving misadventures when she was older. Somehow she sucked up a straight pin and spilled soda through a straw from the kitchen counter on Thanksgiving Day. She wasn’t sure at first and was afraid to say anything, but we spent time in the emergency room after dinner looking at the undeniable evidence on the X-ray.
In case you are worrying, everything came out fine. Tomorrow is her birthday, and she has a baby boy who was due last Thanksgiving. Continuing her tradition, he took his own time was born on December 11. Happy Birthday, Jessie and Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! Thanks to Mia for including me in her momentous move!
What’s your strangest Thanksgiving Incident? I’ll give away a signed copy of the anthology Lords of Passion to one commenter. Publishers Weekly says my novella Not Quite a Courtesan is “delicious” and “Readers will float away on the literary flair of these escapist tales, each touched with just the right amount of eroticism.” Delicious…better than turkey!
Here’s a bio and buy links (just Amazon)—there are more on my website http://www.maggierobinson.net
Maggie’s bio: Maggie Robinson is a former teacher, library clerk and mother of four who woke up in the middle of the night, absolutely compelled to create the perfect man and use as many adverbs as possible doing so. A transplanted New Yorker, she lives with her not-quite perfect husband in Maine, where the cold winters are ideal for staying inside and writing hot historical romances.
Now it’s your turn. What holiday disasters lurk in your past?