The other day I was talking with my mom and the conversation turned to cookies as it does most years around this time.
Mom: I really want to make some cookies but I don't want to eat any and I don't want them at my house.
Me: Okay. (Do I tell her I planned on making some cookies or do I say no way we are so not doing that!) Well I was planning on making a few this year but probably not more than 5 different kinds.(I'm a sucker!)
Mom: Okay great! I will go to the store and get all the stuff you will need and start today!
Me: Mom, I have all the stuff I need.
Mom: No, you don't.
Me: Yes mom, okay. (I have learned over the years its easier not to fight her and just go with whatever it is she wants to do and clean up later.)
I got home from my clients that day and found 3 things.
1. My kitchen was destroyed to the point I though I might need a shop vac to clean it up.
2. My mother had finished 3 types of cookies cooked all the way.
3. She left 12 cookie dough packages in my fridge, ready and waiting to be baked whenever I was.....
Today, I got through 3 different types. I baked over 150 cookies today, burned my arm once, and now I have to clean my kitchen again. Can I go to bed now?