These Halloween sugar cookies are going to be the death of me. They’re disgusting, all they are is butter and flour and sugar in different forms.
I just ate five of them, and there are still a million left. They’re using up all our tupperware. They’re not good for anyone.
Next time, I’m going to make some healthy (or healthier) cookies. Or make one little pie and let the kid decorate it as crazy as he wants.
Sometimes I get stuck in a rut and I just get so disappointed and upset at my husband. Like, why can’t he do the things he’s supposed to do when he says he’ll do them?
And then all these things that I was okay with or that I got over, just come back to roost in my head. That time he didn’t do this, that time I had to do that, that time I had to deal with a shit pile that could have been avoided if he’d just done what he said he’d do. And it goes on and on and I can’t even look at him, I’m so upset.
Like I’m so perfect.
Anyway, that happened last night, and this morning it was still there.
He must have realized shit was getting real. He finally bought a heater for the baby room, gave me money for daycare, and made dinner. And apologized for being hard to deal with. He said, “but I’m trying the best I can.”
And I know he is. That’s why I’m usually not mad. But sometimes, his procrastination really really gets to me.
Anyway I’ve been feeling sick all day. Headache and stuffy head. Think I’m just going to call it a night and lie in bed with my kindle and iPad. I’m making crepes in the morning, then we’re making halloween cookies and carving the pumpkin. Lots of sugar and butter and white flour tomorrow!
The mini me LOVES his Robin costume. Absolutely loves it. So great to see.