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It was not one of my better days

Friday, January 13, 2012

It didn't start out well. I had a long list of things to do that day. I spent the first 15 minutes after getting out of bed looking for my shower cap. It wasn't where it should have been and I wanted to take a shower but didn't want my hair to get wet.

I finally found it and got ready for my shower. I stepped in and as soon as the water hit my head I realized I had found the shower cap but had failed to put it on. I had to add "fix hair" to my to-do list which was already too long.

My first job was not on the list. I picked a pint of blueberries. They were not on a bush. They were on my kitchen floor, knocked out of the refrigerator when I bumped it while getting a bottle of milk.

After breakfast I worked at the first item on my list. Make a batch of sugar cookies. There wasn't enough flour in the canister. I would have had to get my little stepladder to reach a new bag on the top shelf of the pantry but my husband volunteered to reach up and get it for me. He not only took the bag down for me, he also filled the canister. Oops. He filled the half-empty sugar canister with flour.

My son's children needed watching for a couple of hours. I was hesitant about agreeing to help him out because having 3 little ones for a short period can be fun but then again, when I have a lot of work planned, it can be a challenge. I took them anyway and in turn, they sort of took me. They were playing elevator behind the bi-fold doors hiding the pantry shelves. They pretended their elevator was going up. In reality there were too many people in their elevator and a box of cereal had been bumped and it was going in the opposite direction. It took a long time to clean up because a 3 year old who loves to help insisted on being the one using the broom and I was only to hold the dust pan for her. I did a lot of sweeping with my hands when she was concentrating on pushing cereal on and over my dustpan.

Meantime the sugar cookie dough had been chilling in the refrigerator. The little girls like to help with cookies so one of them rolled the gobs of dough I gave her into little balls. I placed the balls on a parchment lined cookie sheet and her younger sister used a small glass dipped in sugar to press them down. Their baby brother was on the floor alternately beating on a stainless steel bowl with a wooden spoon and crawling under my feet or trying to get on the stools the girls were using.

All went quite well until the first batch was cooling on the counter. My mode of operation when I take a sheet of cookies from the oven is to slide the parchment paper, cookies and all, onto cooling racks. That way I don't have to lift the cookies until they have set up enough not to break. They broke anyway. One of the girls tried to peek at them by tugging on the edge of the parchment paper and the entire sheet of cookies was pulled off the counter. Baby Ben made a bee-line for the mess. I had forgotten how fast a baby can crawl. Sugar has always been and will continue to be an instant attraction for pests of all sizes.

About that time their daddy came to pick up the children and I went back to checking my list. Write note and mail with birthday card. Another oops. That should have been the first thing on the list. It was too late because the mailman had already been past. My birthday cards are often late so no one was going to be surprised about that. I passed over all the items on the list and went right to the last one I had written down.

As I stood in the bathroom working at making my hair presentable with my curling iron, I made a mental pact with myself. If I didn't burn myself, I would go back to doing all I had scheduled for the day. If I burned anything - my scalp, my hand, anything - I would forget the list and read a book. Reading about someone else's bad day beats living one out that appears to be doomed.

Twenty minutes later I broke off a leaf of my Aloe Vera plant to sooth a spot on my ear. Never one to break a promise to myself I went to the shelf holding books I want to read again. Then I sat down with Mary Higgins Clark's The Shadow of Your Smile in large print

By Mary S. Roder
Musing With Mary

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