Half making cookies and half thinking; I realize how often I do that.
I do have a bit of a sweet tooth.
I lay out my ingredients and start creaming my butter.
Sometimes I do feel a bit grouchy, unhappy, discontent.
When I look around and see stuff half done.
Half cleaned kitchens
Half done aprons
Half obedient children
And a half hour late husband!
Oh and I won’t mention the half baked goals.
How is it, as I think about my day, my week, my empty… egg carton…
Who put the carton away empty… how I just hate half done jobs!
I wonder if they’d taste worst without the eggs.
They will probably be flat, like my goals.
I add “eggs” to my grocery list.
I see one of the neighbor kids pass through with a team shirt on.
A team I wanted the kids to be on… oh well.
It would be a house payment to let them all play.
I relook at my recipe. I’m not sure why, without eggs, they wouldn’t taste the same.
I go back to my beginning goals.
Where did I go wrong?
I think about my original list to achieve…
Aprons weren’t on there but obedient children were.
Cookies would have been a detail but cleaned kitchens would have been a necessity.
How do somethings make the list?
The work things,
But the eggs get missed.
I decide to focus on what’s important.
My little girl’s big eyes look up at me, “What do we do now Mommy?”
I hug her to my side.
“We’ll have to text Daddy and see if he will pick some eggs up on his way home.”
I push the half made cookies to the side and again lead her outside to pick up the chalk.
“Copy what I do.” She follows.
She obeys.
We finish a picture;
Half hers
Half mine.
Sealed with a whole hug and a big smile.
I brush off the chalk dust to finish my half made dough, to complete my family dinner,
Knowing what’s truly important needs to be mixed into my focus or they’ll never turn out right.
