Lest anyone think that life is all rainbows and unicorns in the Hotcakes house, I have a story of sadness to share today. Our lovely friend Helen ordered cookies last week for her school. I spent time on Tuesday night working on the cookies so they'd be all ready to pick up on Wednesday evening.
And Wednesday morning, I woke up and saw this:
And then I started crying. And because I'm an awesome mom, I channeled that anger and sadness into yelling at the kids who were already running late for school. Bra-vo!
Came home, regrouped, pulled the emergency cookie dough out of the freezer, and started again. And, as usually happens, the second batch turned out even better.
According to Helen, the cookies were a hit and disappeared quickly. And my children forgave me for the mini freak out when they got to enjoy the rejects.