I have been thinking about it for awhile…I’m not really the “blogging” type…is there a blogging type? If there is, I didn’t think it was me. I had a Xanga when I was 20…that’s pretty much the closest I’ve ever come to creating a blog.
I didn’t wake up today and think, “Today is the day. I’m going to start my blog”… I woke up to my three year old whispering in my ear, “I, toooooooo hungry.” What would you like for breakfast? “PANCAKES!”
She asked for pancakes EVERY morning, but I’m off work today, so pancakes it is. And of course “I help you” over and over and over until she’s sitting on the counter, pink spatula in hand ready to mix it up. I have an amazing made from scratch pancake recipe I found on the internet YEARS ago. I’ll have to search for the original! So I pull it from the recipe box, even though I know it by heart, and start gathering the ingredients.
Except this morning as Ellie was stirring the flour frantically, and I added the third teaspoon of baking soda, it hit me. The recipe doesn’t call for baking soda, but instead baking powder….honest mistake. Super easy to start over, but my tired brain thought…it won’t make a difference. So I continued and added the baking powder, too, made all the pancakes, and made Ellie’s plate. She excitedly sat at her Little Tykes table next to our couch, took one bite and “These pancakes are YUCKY!”
I should have started over 10 steps ago. Thankfully she agreed peanut butter toast would be sufficient. Now I have double breakfast mess to clean up, including peanut butter on my living room carpet. And like so many moms in the world, I feel slightly defeated. I’m left standing in the kitchen surrounded by dirty dishes and dog hair gathering in the corners. I take a little advice from Daniel Tiger and Elsa. And take a deep breath, count to four, and let it go. And start cleaning…and while I feel so alone in this moment, I know I’m not the only one.
I hope you can relate to my partial insanity in these moments and find comfort in the fact, that you are not alone!