The Real Me... Confessions of a Housewife

I am somewhat known on Facebook for putting up foodie posts. Two sentences of deliciousness that has been concocted in my kitchen. The yummy smells permeating the air as I type. Status updates like:

...making sticky rice to go with the groundnut stew for dinner. can't wait to eat!! yum yum!

...new recipe cooking for dinner: Chicken Reuben Bake. my house smells like a reuben sandwhich. just wish i had some rye flour to make rye bread to go with!

...nothing better than the smell of bread baking! pecan crusted chicken and sweet potatoes with maple jalepeno cream to go with it for dinner. or the other way around. not sure.

...Trading my nap in (not smart) to get some pumpkin rolls started to go with the apricot chicken tonight.

But I must be frank.

Today was not one of those days. I could have told you that I baked Spritz cookies while drinking Santa's White Christmas coffee. I could have told you that I made a shredded chicken BBQ pizza. But I won't.

Yes, I did make spritz cookies while drinking my yummy Christmas coffee. And yes, I got so frustrated at the cookie press that I snapped at my son and told him that I knew he wanted to watch, but it just wasn't working, so go take a rest (yes, it was nap time, and I was letting him stay up to watch me make cookies).

Yes, the cookie episode sent me in a downward spiral. Perhaps my pregnancy hormones took it to a whole new level. (Here is where my husband laughs, throws me a eye's raised glance and says 'perhaps?!?!')

So I moped in the corner recliner with a blanket. I give up. (I seriously might have thrown in the towel with cookie baking this year- first my peanut butter middles were too dry. Then my sugar cookies were gross. Then I dropped my entire plate of newly made trading cookies in the carport.... thankfully my gingerbread men look pretty on my tree.)

Later I went to make dinner. Should have been delicious, except for the fact that I didn't heat the stone up all the way and the dough wasn't cooked through. I took one bite, and then promptly left the table to go have a good cry in my room.

We put the kids to bed.

I did the dishes, scoured the sink, wiped the counters, and swept the floors.

The show must go on.