A morning spent in my own kitchen.
Two dozen cupcakes, two dozen rhubarb pecan muffins, and taking the girls to see Mr. Chili for lunch.
I feel so much better…..
I called Mom this morning and she’s well. I don’t have to worry about anything until I have to be there for the family smack-down meeting tonight at five. Insert sigh of relief here….
Theraputic baking, always a good thing, being happy at home in your own kitchen, priceless.
Smackdown? To what end?
You’re a better woman than I. At this point, it’d just be two dozen cupcake wrappers with the crumbs gnawed off…
I’ll be sending vibes tonight. Bend them any way you need to.
Love!
So you baked instead of sewing yourself a wrestling costume and making a hot glue and mylar title belt to go with it? I’m almost disappointed.
Laurie, baking ALWAYS makes me feel better.
Crisitunity, to this point, there have only been two people (Bill and myself) who are able (and willing) to tend to her – let’s just call it “more personal” – needs. She’s been reluctant to ask others to do this sort of thing, and they’ve been reluctant to offer (and I can’t blame them; there is precious little that’s more awkward than having to change an adult diaper. I am uniquely qualified to know this).
The hospice nurse is going to call on her son, her daughter-in-law, and her middle sister to step up and take on some of this responsibility. It’s going to be uncomfortable for EVERYONE involved – her and them – but it’s got to happen because the two of us CAN’T be the only ones.
The hospice nurse basically told Mom that she’s going to have to move outside of her comfort range in order for her to continue living at home. “Chili can’t do everything,” she said, “and if she burns out, you’ve got nothing. Bill’s got to go to work, and you don’t have anyone else who can do the things that Chili does. You may not like it, you may not be as comfortable with other people, and they’re not going to do it as well as Chili does, but we CANNOT burn her out.”
Honestly, I’m looking forward to this meeting.
JRH, I had to have one of each, just to, you know, make sure they were okay (they are). I’m looking forward to the rhubarb-pecan muffins for breakfast…
Kizz, I don’t think I’m going to have to do much wrestling tonight, actually; I think that Ellie will have it all under control. I’m the one being relieved here…
Sounds like a very needed family meeting. And I’m so glad Ellie recognized you’re in need of help.
Therapeutic baking… mmmmm.
I can almost smell them!
Good luck with the smack-down!
Glad you got a day off. If I’d come to visit, that might have turned into just another chore for you, and I don’t want that.
Soon.
What a lovely thing to do on your day off. I am glad that you had this time with your family. Best wishes for the meetingl.
Glad to hear that you took this time for yourself and for your family. The muffins look great!!
It’s after 5 so the meeting is over. Hope it went well.
xox