Holy Guacamole! It has been 5 months since my last post. And I was on such a roll this summer. Damn. How did I lose my groove? The button on my big ole ugly mom jeans is shaking. I made reindeer treats this week, which were no bake cookies, and I ate like 30 of them in two days. I have none left to give to my "neighbors" which is how I explained the reason for making them in the first place.
I ate 30 no bake cookies. The recipe calls for: coconut flakes, oatmeal, chocolate chips, powdered sugar, 3 sticks of butter, and sanding sugar to roll them in so they will be pretty.
Oh my lawd... I ate 3 sticks of butter in two days.
And I was still hungry.
Obviously, it is really easy for me to quit being productive. I was feeling so good getting rid of all the excess in my life this summer. I was busy cleaning out my closets, my drawers, being mindful not to take more than I should, giving away the extra. What happened?
Oh, I can easily blame it on several things. I can divert my failures like no one's business. I can play the "I've got 5 kids" card. I can play the "I am a full time college student" card. But I think this time, I am going to own this one. I dropped the ball.
But I ain't a bad person. I am good on the inside. I am the opposite of how a lot of folks see other people. They point out: "Hey, you know she's just so fake. She looks like she has it all together, but really, she's a total bitch. You do not want to be friends with her."
With me, I bet folks say, "Hey, I know she looks like a big fat mess, but give her a chance. Deep down, and I mean ya gotta really look deep down, she's really pretty sweet. She means well... at least I think she does. Oh well, at least she makes me look good when I am with her."
Any way... so I dropped the ball. It is Christmas Eve Eve today. I know there will be so many temptations staring at me in the face this week, because let's face it, with 5 children: I am about to become overloaded with a bunch of excess. Toys, junk, crap, stuff! And the food! I am about to be tempted with more sticks of butter to eat in a variety of ways. I live in Georgia, honey. Paula Deen didn't invent cookin' with butter.
Should I just say, well, I already dropped the ball, might as well go out with a bang. I can start over on New Year's Day just like the rest of the world.
Or, should I start today? Just start right now? I could bring a fruit salad to mama's house on Christmas. I could eat carrot stix instead of carrot cake. I could tell my children where my hiding places are... you know... the places I have stashed yummy gifts from my neighbors... you know, where they ring the doorbell, I snatch the box of fudge and treats, and my kids holler, "Hey, who was at the door?" And I go, "Oh, it was Miss Fannie Sue, and look, she brought us this lovely card to enjoy!" And they go, "You mean she didn't bake her famous cookies this year?" And I go, "Oh, didn't I tell you she came down with a bad case of "diabeetus," yeah, poor thing can't even have sugar in her house anymore. No more cookies."
And I suppose I could give my children's old toys away. They are about to get new ones, I am sure. Yep, I can totally do that. I think we will play a game this year. For each new thing Santa brings, put one old toy in this big box. For each new outfit you get, put one old one in here too. We will drop it off at the Goodwill truck the day after Christmas. Hey, that's a really great idea. I like it.
Dear Heavenly Father, Sorry I dropped the ball. I am so weak when it comes to temptations. Please help me find my strength in thee instead of in other places. Other places give me false hope. I need real hope. In the name of the One who brings Hope to the world, Amen.
