Every year I have the same debate the night before cookie madness begins: Do I get right to it or go to bed early and get a good night’s rest?
This year I’m opting for bed at a decent hour. I hope it doesn’t bite me in the ass in 4 days…
Tonight, I staged my kitchen– got all the ingredients out and ready, prepped what I could, had a good dinner and am now winding down for bed. The Husband did his Peanut Butter Toffee Pretzel cookies yesterday, so I guess we are ahead of the game already.
I had grand plans to start in advance this year, but the weeks fell strangely this year and I felt like Thanksgiving happened and then boom, here we are at cookie week. I had a hellish year, and today was the cherry on top, the culmination of a leadership class resulting in a 15 minute group presentation to a bunch of Sr. Vice Presidents at my work. Don’t get me wrong, I had a good group of people to present with, but I am so glad that’s over with.
So it’s cookie eve. This year, I’ve got 23 cookies on the list. I have made my peace with the fact that I’ll probably need to let some of them go and do them after the fact. There are 6 types that require decoration & flooding. I know, it’s ambitious. But this is the part I LOVE about cookie insanity. That may bite me in the ass in 4 days too.
MOTU is coming by tomorrow night for 2 days to help me. Since she’s employed this year, she doesn’t have as much free time. I’m just happy she’s interested in helping. It definitely makes it more fun. Also, Fatty McIrish is part of the madness this year, by default. He’s been our roommate since June, and is kinda forced to be part of this adventure this year. I hope he doesn’t kill me at the end of this. Everyone thinks they want to be part of this, until they actually ARE part of it. Just ask The Husband.
All I can say is I need this, this year. It’s been rough. I’ve got a lot of pent up something in me that needs to come out. And this is a great way to burn it off. I’m looking forward to the crazy.
So as I prepare to get this journey underway, I am reminding myself to just enjoy this. Be in it. Savor it. Let go the things I can’t control and whatever kitchen disasters are ahead. This is fun. This is for my family (chosen & blood related), and it’s for ME. Someday, I will have to cut back on this– probably when I decide to have kids– so I’ve got to remember these days as much as I can. It’s a tradition I hope to one day pass on to someone else, much like my mom did to me. That would give me joy too.
Well, here we are. Nothing left to do but go to bed and get an early start in the morning. I’ve got to hit up Sugar & Spice first thing for my annual “pound of flesh” (aka supplies and good chocolate). Here’s the the madness. Let it begin!