The sun is shining.
Cookies are baking in the oven.
The children are frolicking around the house.
I can’t blog long because my colleagues and I are going sledding as soon as the current batch of cookies comes out. I just wanted to take the time to tell you we are doing great today. I know I have been making it sound like I am running a juvenile/American version of Cold Comfort Farm over here and that a lot of my posts could be boiled down to: “I saw something nasty in the woodshed!” (And yes, Baby, it did see me.)
We have had our moments today when one of my colleagues would grab the wheel and start making for the rocks and then I would remember that I am captain of this ship, take it back and move us into safer waters.
This is us sailing.
“Cookies are baking in the oven, and the children are frolicking around the house.”
I’m just relieved to know that it’s not: “The children are in the oven, and the cookies are rolling around the house.”
Fortunately I have NEVER considered putting the children in the oven…a big basket by the road, yes. In the oven, no, never.