Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Fake It

Every year of my childhood, as far back as I can remember, my mom would bake sugar cookies with my two sisters and I. It was an event. We'd mix and roll and flour and cut and decorate for what seemed like hours. I vividly remember the glass dishes on the counter with egg food coloring mixtures and paint brushes for decorating. It was fun. Everyone loved those cookies, everyone but me. I detested the thin crispy flavorless wafers.

Anyway, today...4 days before Christmas, I let my mother down. I faked it. Yup. I shlepped my daughter to Giant. Proudly headed to the refrigerated cookie dough section, selected 2 sugar cookie rolls and grabbed the bonus $1 off coupon. But did I stop there. No way. I found the corn syrup filled pouches of cookie icing, snagged a red and a green to add to my fake filled reusable bag. And tonight K and I made cookies. She had a blast. I'm certain she's not aware of the term made from scratch. Would I have liked to do it the old fashioned way? Sure. But am I ashamed I faked it. Not in the least. We're all entitled to a little faking every now and again.

Sunday, December 18, 2011


My first post. Cool. Neat. You'll find, in the coming posts, I'm the type of girl who has no qualms using the word cool and I have been known to repeat it several times in a row for extra effect. Cool, cool, cool.

So I enjoy reading blogs. I'm not granted much blog reading time. My 3 year old boss, K, can be somewhat of a hard-ass. For being so small, she really is quite demanding. All day, nonstop..."play with me Mama, Mama play with me, please Mama, play with me." Seriously, who can play princesses all day long? I'm a good mom, but I certainly can't. But I digress...right, blogs.

I was reading a post at HomeSlice and for some reason it hit home. She posted an anonymous quote...Peace. It does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hardwork. It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart.

My days are full of noise. Full is an understatement. From where I stand, trouble seems to be just a few steps behind me. I really am never sure when it will catch up. And, most definitely motherhood is hardwork. However, I feel at peace. This is what life's supposed to be. It's supposed to be chaotic and uncertain, exhausting and exhilarating all at the same time. I have no clue what lies ahead and I can say, for now, I'm at peace with that. Ask me tomorrow, I may feel differently.

I'm so glad to have this out of the way, my first post. I'm absolutely sure they won't all be so warm and fuzzy. But I felt it necessary, before I rant about the dark side, I let it be known I really am at peace with it. For now anyway.