Since I was a young girl, my mother called me Grace. Of course this is likely because I do not have any whatsoever. Yesterday was a perfect example. I probably muttered more explicatives than necessary around my children, it just seemed I spilled everything! Is this normal? Or do we feel the need to live up to what we have been labeled. Sometimes I wonder.
Well yesterday morning my 3 year old son woke up feeling ill and as I was sitting with him in the chair, he thought it would be a good idea to just throw up all over me and my "new" phone that was less than 24 hours old after being replaced after taking a swim in the coffee.. maybe this is a sign. Then I spilled an entire glass of apple juice on the floor.. time to mop. Dinner brought spilled egg nog, and I think I spilled a few glasses of water throughout the day.
Today I was supposed to roast a pheasant. I found a recipe that looked good, but the husband decided he didn't want it tonight. I'm sure tomorrow I will have a great story regarding the roasted pheasant. I do not know how to cook wild game. I suppose I will have to learn. I cannot even roast a turkey.
The sad thing about all my mishaps is I usually flounder at the things I would love to do well. I WANT to be a good cook. I want to learn to decorate cakes (plenty of disasters there). I am a fairly good sewer, I just get in a rush. I would rather be neat than clean.. I have a bad mantra that if I cannot do it all at once I won't do it at all so it takes me forever to accomplish a small task like cleaning a bathroom. I would LOVE to be organized.
Til tomorrow and the roasted pheasant...
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