So...the sword is painted and the bread is baked! Now we just have to get up and enjoy a Michaelmas morning...sounds easy? Ruby and I did manage to bake our Dragon bread last night. She did the shaping and excitedly watched it bake in the oven. I'm glad I had the foresight to bake it last night...before the coughing and puking began, (okay...too much information...I know)! No...the kids weren't sick...I'm on day 10 of this forever lasting cold that just won't quit...and I have a wicked case of PMS to boot! Last night before throwing up, I declared to all that my husband "lacked common sense" and that my daughter should "PICK UP HER DAMN TOYS!!!!!!!" (and yes...I said it in capital letters!)
Then after several apologies for horrendous behaviour, as well as a declaration that I am NOT perfect, nor will I ever be, and then throwing up...I slept...and slept and slept!
This morning when I woke up I sounded like a teenage boy, (you know, how they sound when the man voice comes in?). At least we'll have a lovely Michaelmas breakfast I thought. Ruby and I got up on our own, and came downstairs...sliced up some strawberries and got out our bread, which was as HARD AS A ROCK!!!! Mental note to self...do not use french bread recipe for making dragon shaped bread!
Ruby says, "well...at least it's kinda soft on the inside bits"! What's a mother to do?
So, we ate our hard as a rock dragon bread, enjoying this quiet morning together.
I'm a person who loves a plan...and I love when things go as planned...but, it seems that my lesson in life is all about "letting go". Today was a reminder of that. I don't know how many times this will come up until I just "get it", but until then I'll just enjoy this reminder...forgive myself...and go on. Who knew that in our Michaelmas preparations the greatest lesson of all would be for me?!
Happy Michaelmas Day to you all!
I think tonight I'm going to celebrate with a hot bath, copious amounts of tea and a hideously romantic comedy or two!