To say we have had a stressful two weeks would be the understatement of the century. As you know, we are house hunting. We have been for quite some time. Finally, we found something we love. Put an offer in on it and boom! Now we are going through the whole inspection, appraisal, and negotiation process. It is kind of like we have the house, but we don’t have the house yet.
I told Mike the other day that it’s kind of like we are having a baby all over again. We did the deed. Got results we wanted. Now we just sit back and wait and hope that everything turns out ok. Nothing we can do now but hope that the dominoes are all falling into place.
Me + lack of control = no bueno.
Hence, all the cookies!
Stress eating is at an all time high in this house. When I stress eat, it is usually something sweet! Kids aren’t napping? Cookie can solve that. Have so much laundry piled up that every time you look at it you want to cry? Yep, that cookie will dry your eyes for you. Andy refuses to come indoors at all? Suuuuure, toss the kid a cookie. Feeding the smallest child while the other one wants to snuggle aka sit on the both of you possibly smothering his little brother? Yeah, well this scenario might not work so well. Maybe if I had a third arm and hand then I could eat a cookie to help myself relax.
Not only have I gotten in the habit of Sunday sauce making, I have also started to make cookies. BIG chocolate chip cookies. I put them out on a cake stand on my island and pretend that for just one second I have my ish together and am a junior Martha Stewart. Flash forward to a week later when all the cookies are gone, and all I am staring at is a greasy and dirty wax paper lined cake stand. I then turn into The Hulk and want to smash said dirty cake stand instead of washing it along with all the other dishes we have to do because we don’t have a dishwasher. Whoa. Got a little out of hand there.
I think I need a cookie.