The scent of fresh baked rolls and cookies swirled around me last night.
As it is getting so close to Christmas I needed to get my holiday baking done. My friend came over and graciously held Faye so I could bake. As I opened up my pantry a horrible realization smacked me. I had all the ingredients for my treats except one. I was missing one key ingredient for each of the four recipes I wanted to make. It was almost like a conspiracy.
So instead of making the English Toffee and fudge I so desperately wanted to make, I settled on oatmeal cookies and rolls.
The smell brought Jeffrey out of his man cave and into heaven. Or so said he.
After making a frightful mess, my friend and I went out into the cold to bring cheer to the hearts of neighbors... or something along those lines. We went out with the Young Men and Young Women caroling to the widows in our ward. They were all terribly sweet and said we sounded wonderful, but I think the cold night air does something to the sound waves because I know we weren't that in tune. But it made them happy, and it made all of us happy, so I would say it was an evening well spent.
While I was gone Jeffrey was home with the kids. When I walked in the door, I saw the scene he always sees when he gets home from work. A frazzled-at wits end- parent, an absolute mess, and two kids. One crying and the other running around playing "you can't catch me." It sure did my heart good to see my burden shared just a little bit. I really hate that I get such satisfaction in seeing him experience a short two hours of my day. Sweet sweet justice!
And today I am going to make a trip to the store and attempt the goodies again... once I tackle the mess from the treats yesterday.
Sigh. I sure love this busy time of year!