Utter It: Lest You Think I Never Make Gross Things

So I would like you to picture a big bowl of Honey Nut Chex Cereal in my hand, because that is what I ate for dinner tonight.

You know, there are different things that happen to people that make them feel as though they had a good or bad day.

Maybe they felt skinny that day. Good day. Maybe they went for a run. Good day. Yoga? Good day. Maybe they told someone they loved them and they said it back. Good day.

For me lately, there are two things that determine whether or not I have a good day or not. No joke. Unfortunately.

One-- Whether or not I threw an unwarranted tantrum. I mean, I'm all 30 and stuff now. Tantrums for no good reason ought to have been left with my single digit years-- but they have stuck with me.

Two-- Whether or not what I made to eat that day tasted good. What?

Well, both of those things happened the bad way today. Not only did I have an unwarranted tantrum, but what I attempted to bake was a total flop.

It was floptastic.

Darn.

So, I had a really good therapy session with a very wise friend who calmed me back down after my tantrum. After I declared four loaves of very flat french bread inedible(my first fail with that recipe), I poured myself a bowl of cereal. I may have ate icecream before that bowl of cereal. Two things justify eating dessert before dinner.

One-- Going out to a resturaunt

Two-- A very bad day.

This post is funny for a couple reasons.

ONE-- I really liked that talk with my friend so that means the day wasn't a total bust.

TWO-- After the bread fail I had a really fun conversation with my brother that reminded me what I bake isn't everything.

Now that I think about it, the day was pretty darn great.

Hmmm...

Also, my littlest baby four year old son wouldn't go to bed until I read him the same Cars book I have read him a meeellion times the past few months. I like to watch his chubby hands turn the pages. That part was pretty great as well.

Then, my oldest recited word for word the facts from his book about the universe. Word for word. He had this look of complete discovery and fascination that I couldn't look away from though. Have you seen my oldest smile? He has dimples. He has the most handsome smile. I was so glad he wanted to share with me the new things he was learning about the universe, by golly, just to see his face light up. I could listen to him rattle of facts I already learned years ago forever.