Ho-hum.
To make myself feel better, I've done a few random job searches and verified with my university that my transcript now confirms the completed degree. I should feel pretty good, right? I do and I'm happy and all that... I am just ready for something to give. The husband is having a down day himself, looking at job sites, looking out the window, looking for anything. If we don't perk ourselves up by the time the kids get home, they are gonna be in for one depressing night. We've kept busy all week working out in the yard and sprucing up everything. I guess we've officially run out of steam.
I think I'll go bake myself a cake.
Chocolate. Hershey's Chocolate.
We'll turn this day around yet.
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Two Hours Later.
Pssst! The cake did the trick! Is that bad? I mean, Jesus makes me happy, the cat makes me happy, writing makes me happy... but chocolate? Oh, good grief, that practically makes me deliriously happy (okay, slight exaggeration on my part). The crazy thing is that I haven't even eaten any of it yet.
The husband went to get the kids from school and they all walked in to find me licking the frosting spoon. I got teased about my apron, teased about my lack of kitchen etiquette (as in the licking part), but did I ever have a captive audience! I am satisfied enough right now to sit down with a cup of coffee while two out of three kids are enjoying their own slice of cocoa-dusted heaven.
Miracles never cease.
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