Monday, February 1, 2010

Jimmy cracked corn, and I don't care.

Soooo . . . It's 10:30PM and I am baking a double batch of my world famous peanut butter crackle cookies. Oh yeah, I have tons of house work still to be done. In fact, I've accomplished virtually nothing today. And no, I'm not just blowing things off. Actually, I'm baking cookies for my husband who specifically requested them last night. Unfortunately, last night I was out of a few ingredients. So today, while I was at the store getting a few things, I made a point of getting those few missing ingredients and surprising my hubby tonight. Am I a sweet and thoughtful wife, or what? Yes, I am. Anyways, he crashed out after dinner, but I knew he'd be up again before the night was over. (he always is.)

So I began the task of mixing, rolling, coating, and baking. Just as the first batch was cooling on the kitchen table - actually reaching that point of being awesomely, warmly, delicious - hubby comes stumbling down the stairs and into the kitchen. I'm thinking,

"Wow, this guy must have some kind of super powers when it comes to fresh baked cookies!"

As I slip the second tray of cookie dough into the oven, I turn around to see that he is scraping the last of the peanut butter out of the jar onto a slice of bread and layering it with big globs of grape jelly. I say,

"Uh . . . the first batch of cookies should be cool enough to eat. Did you see them?"

"Oh yeah. I just have a craving for this." he mumbles around a huge bite of PB and J.



SERIOUSLY !?! I'm baking cookies for him - in the dead of night - because he asked for them - and now, he doesn't want them anymore?! There are only about a hundred other things that I could be doing besides this. He could have had a PBJ last night; but no, he asked for cookies.



Am I being absurdly petty? Maybe so. It just seems like this is how every thing in my life works. Oh well, the dogs love my peanut butter cookies - ALL the time. *sigh*

Okay, fine, enough. The cookies are done, and I don't care what they do with them.



I've spent most of today running errands all over town. I got up early for a job interview that turned out to be a waste of time. It didn't take me long to realise that it was not a place I wanted to work. It really isn't set up any different than the last place I interviewed, and the job is almost identical, but she (the doctor) had a whole different attitude and energy. I'm honestly hoping that I won't hear back from her.



I was looking at the calender this evening, and this whole week really isn't looking to good for catching up on things. Tomorrow, I have an appointment in the morning for Jake, then a dentists appointment for both of them in the afternoon. Wednesday is grocery day. (usually an all day event) Thursday is open, but by then, I'll be so buried, I won't even know where to start. And really, what's the point? The kids are out of school on Friday making this a three day weekend. Even if I could get caught up in one day, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference by the time they go back to school on Monday! So, here's what I think. Screw it all. If I have any spare time this week, I'll spend it doing what I want - most likely, working on some paper mache projects that I have going for the haunt. I'm not going to fight a losing battle. If the place gets too gross for them - they have plenty of time to watch movies, take naps, I'm sure they can clean up their crap if it gets too deep. I'll deal with it next week.

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christopherc said...

hmm, bolt all the doors and windows with only one access/egress available and hold them at gun point till they get things back to your level of satisfaction!

And then, and only then let them smell the taunting smell of your cookies as you toss them to the dogs!

roy said...

OMG I feellike such a smuck!!!!! Sorry honey I do love your cookies and love too too.