The plan was that I'd get some of my baking done on Tuesday. I'm in charge of the mashed potatoes and desserts for this year's Glut Fest, and it's usually pretty labor intensive so I figured why not spread the joy out over a few days.
You know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men and all that. There's a reason for it.
In addition to my plans for baking on Tuesday, I was also running on about three deadlines. I'd arrived at work half an hour early, worked through lunch, successfully got one deadline knocked out and was well on my way with the next when the phone rang.
It was the Elder's vacation daycare folks. Seems that when middle-sized boys are playing "tag" football, things can get a bit bloody... especially when one child catches the football (mine) and another child fails to note this, resulting in front tooth meeting hard skull.
One trip to the ER, 3 hours, and 4 stitches later the Elder was just fine. The other kid broke his tooth-- poor little guy is only 10 and now has to have a crown.
So although I have been/ will continue to whine endlessly about all the baking I've been doing yesterday and today, I am thankful for plenty:
- my family
- my health
- Choreboy's morning groans, which indicate he is off work at home rather than at work getting caffeinated
- the Elder's thick skull
- the Gum Zombie's new passion for gum
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
1 comment:
I only groan in the morning. If you let me sleep until noon or so I won't groan. *smirk*
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