They are good.
I won't make them again.
It took ALL DAY. As in EIGHT-PLUS hours.
I'm still tired from it.
BUT, I feel very proud for having accomplished it. Especially considering my track record with other baked goods.
I'm also feeling smug for being in the midst of a two-baby day (meaning that I have Dane all day, which is A LOT of work) and having gotten in a shower and now stealing a moment to brag about my accomplishment. I ROCK!
I had a mini-realization this morning in the shower. My life as a mom is not glamourous. Before 9:00 this morning I had already been spit on, peed on, had slimy banana in my arm hair, changed a poopy diaper, been pinched, and done a ridiculous dance to please a 17 and 8 month old.
The fact that motherhood is not glamourous was not the revelation. It was the fact that I expected it to be.
A lightbulb went on for me.
So much of my discouragement, frustration, sadness or anger comes from unmet expectations. Many, many times I don't even realize that I hold those conceptions of what my life will, or should, be like. Once I see them, then I can work on adjusting to a more realistic appreciation for what my life is, rather than what it might be.
I aspire to glamour. In my hair, my fashion choices, in my home, in the way people perceive me. But it is just another endless chase.
A few entries ago I mentioned a sort of fantasy book series that I had enjoyed. The tales blend fairy-folk and other mythical creatures into the world as we know it (cheesy, I know, but guys, I love that kind of stuff). The author describes the fae as "wearing their glamour." The idea is that they don't want people to see what they really look like, so the create an image to portray to the world.
That is what I use glamour for too. I want to hid behind an image that says "I've got it together." But sometimes, I just don't. Okay, sometimes I DO have it together, but I've already done my bragging for this entry...
I want to use glamour to hide fatigue, discouragement, indecision, boredom, and a myriad of other hard emotions that seem taboo.
What I want more, NEED more, than glamour is satisfaction. Fruitfulness in the things that bless God's heart: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, faithfulness, self-control.
So instead of lamenting the fact that my life is messy, figuratively and literally, why not delight in the sweetness of what it is right now? Today.
Well, my time is up. Messy babies are calling me to pull them from cribs and feed them and pour love into their day. I can do that. I can do it gracefully and honestly. I can do that with no pretense and no need for a show. And I will.
Here I come babies. It is going to be a lovely day.