I guess it's time to go buy myself a freaky hairless chihuahua.
If you read my last post, you'll understand.
Yesterday I went to make the "back-to-school" cookies and I didn't have butter so I reluctantly started using margarine; only to realize that I don't have any brown sugar. At that point I gave up for the day and ended up just taking Will out for a soda. Today was Spencer's first day. I went to the store and bought butter and brown sugar. When I got home, I started to make the cookies again and . . . . drumroll. . . . I didn't have enough eggs!!!! Warm fuzzies gone for everyone concerned. I quit.
Just let it go Rochelle.
If you read my last post, you'll understand.
Yesterday I went to make the "back-to-school" cookies and I didn't have butter so I reluctantly started using margarine; only to realize that I don't have any brown sugar. At that point I gave up for the day and ended up just taking Will out for a soda. Today was Spencer's first day. I went to the store and bought butter and brown sugar. When I got home, I started to make the cookies again and . . . . drumroll. . . . I didn't have enough eggs!!!! Warm fuzzies gone for everyone concerned. I quit.
Just let it go Rochelle.
This is me letting go of my cookie expectations.
(photo courtesy of Margarita Tartakovsky)
And this is Spencer making cookies for himself.
I'm such a great mom.
In my defense, he volunteered. I was fuming before but I've had a good laugh and I'm going to go help him make them now.
Lesson of the day for mom; maybe Elsa has things figured out, letting go feels great.
Lesson of the day for the kids; Cookies taste just as good, if not better, when you help make them.
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