My plan for this year, since I am going to mom's. I was asked, originally, to make the gravy, sweet potato casserole and bring pies. This is for 10-12 people.
Sunday: Grocery shop. Send DH back to the store for 2 things I forgot. Call him while he is at the store and cancel 1 of those things (I found some in the back of the pantry) and add 2 more. Call my mom and ask if she wants me to bring cranberry sauce too. Send DH back to the store again.
Monday: Make cranberry sauce. Bake sweet potatoes and get casserole prepped for cooking. Call and ask my mom if she wants deviled eggs since Costco sells peeled hard-boiled eggs (so easy). Send DH to Costco to buy eggs. Send DH to regular grocery store for whipping cream.
Tuesday: Take DH to the airport since he is going to his folks' for TG. Make gravy (I do a make ahead gravy that will just go in the crockpot Thursday and get any drippings added at the last minute to punch it up. Make pie dough so it can be rolled out tomorrow. Call mom and see if she thinks we need a pumpkin pie, since I am planning three fruit pies. Mom reminds me that there are only 10 people and to quit cooking so darn much food. Reminds me I am a chronic overcooker and between me and my sister we are probably planning enough food for a battalion.
Wednesday: 3 pies. Apple (because everyone loves apple pie), cherry (my sister's favorite) and blueberry (my mom's favorite). Worry a little more about pies. Then remind myself it is ONLY 10 people (or 12, maybe) darn it. No more pie. No more pie.
Thursday: Drive to mom's (about 2 hours) with pies, gravy, cranberries, roaster oven (in case mom's is full), sweet potatoes (I don't like them so better not forget those or DH and I will have to find someone else to take them), eggs, decorating tips to fill eggs, knife (my mom's knives are all dull, dull, dull). Remember at least one thing I forgot when I am 10 minutes down the road. Good think I left early. Call DH since he is 2 hours ahead of me. Ask how his turkey was knowing that the real answer is Sahara-dry and that the gravy came out of a jar. Get to mom's. Cook sweet potatoes, devil eggs, reheat gravy. Overeat. Nap. Drive home with leftovers, but refuse to bring home sweet potatoes because...ick. Realize when I get home that I left at least one thing at Mom's house. Collapse in coma with kitties.
My plan when I am doing the cooking is actually pretty documented and I am much less likely to forget things since I have a full written plan ready to go. DH says I am a tad scary in holiday cooking mode. And that I cannot ever be trusted to cook the right amount of food-I appear to have a longstanding concern about running out of food, even though I never have.