But there are two nights each week that I do not, WILL NOT work. And I used one of those nights this week to make a high holy mess all over the kitchen and dining room with my kids.
Believe it or not, this is first time we have made Christmas cookies and apart from the two Time Outs I had to give during the process and the epic disaster that occurred when I attempted to get Thomas to just stir the green food coloring into the frosting and not just spoon it into his mouth, it was FANTASTIC.
Well, there was that one thing.
Yup, you betcha. He held out until the cookies were cooled, frosted, and decorated before presenting me with a little Christmas present of his own. Thanks so much, sweetie.
After the boys had each picked out a cookie to devour mere minutes before going to bed, I somehow managed to get them into pajamas and scrub the sugar off their teeth. Once they were tucked safely under their covers, I was faced with the daunting task of cleaning up the aftermath of our evening.
How did this even happen?
But look how proud they are of their creations!
They loved every minute of it - except the minutes Micah spent in Time Out for continuing to try to lick the flour off the table despite me telling him not to and then lying to me about it when I caught him. For the record, he officially got the Time Out for the lying, not the flour-licking.
I'm sure if I put my kid in Time Out merely for flour-licking I would get nasty comments from my old pal Anonymous.
I wonder if I'll get any hits stemming from a Google search for "flour licking."
Doubt it.
Aren't they beautiful?
At the end of the evening, the disgusting kitchen table, the floor coated in flour and sprinkles, the sink full of dishes with a load already running in the dishwasher was totally worth it.
On a completely unrelated side note, I am out of wine, beer, and the coffee is running low. This does not bode well for the rest of this business trip. Plus, I'm getting sick on top of it all, so that should be interesting.
Surrounded by Sprinkles,
Sarah
