On Monday I put a cup of butter in my awesome Bosch mixer which takes up tons of space on my limited counter. I thought that banana oatmeal bars sounded.....um....healthy? It sounded like one of those things which well organized, conscientious mothers make for their children for breakfast. Well, I didn't get to the rest of the ingredients jumping in the mixer till....Thursday. How pathetic is that???!!!! In the meantime, the counter has been missing the dish drying rack as there was no room, who knows what shape the butter really is in, and the other adults in the family have worked patiently around it and didn't ask any questions. The inside of me knew that there was most likely a bit of 'better not ask' going on in their heads and today hopefully they will get to eat some of it. The sad thing is that I misread the recipe and put in white sugar instead of brown. Four days and I still don't get it right.
I see examples of this all over the place around here. The kids dutifully squished the tomatoes and made sauce on Monday.....it is definitely boiled down and ready to be canned but it hasn't happened yet. Martin found copious beans on Tuesday and they are snapped and ready to be canned. They are waiting too.
I've run experiments with the kids. There was a pile of someone's socks in the hallway upstairs years back and I decided to see if they would ever disappear. Well, I think after six months I gave up and decided to just pick them up but it was interesting to walk by. I did mention them several times. Experiments like this are a recipe for my insanity and shouldn't be tried.
I am not sure how to turn off that overwhelm feeling but will push along to do the next thing and hope for the best....today.