unexpected energy

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DD has been begging me to make gingerbread cookies for about 3 weeks now. They had an easy recipe in the newspaper's food section today, so I mixed up the batter this afternoon, and put it in the fridge to chill -- just before supper, I rolled it out, and the 2 little ones helped with the cookie cutters.

They came out awesome. I made some super-quick cream cheese frosting (nuke cream cheese till soft, stir in sf vanilla syrup to taste), and the kids had them for dessert. I did, too. I used Splenda instead of the sugar but everything else was the typical high carb nastiness... 2 1/2 C white flour, 1/2 C molasses... I suppose it could've been worse, ! We made rather small cookies, but I ate at least 5 or 6. One of these days the scale will start to creep up on me, and then I'll have to cut this out, but for now I'm not going to worry about it.

I am, however, going to make some LC gingerbread for DH, because he looked crestfallen when I told him that the cookies weren't LC.

In between mixing the batter and actually baking the cookies, I cleaned: 3 bathrooms, dusted the living room & family room, and vaccuumed all the tile downstairs, which is a lot. And cleaned the sliding glass door which is always handprint central. I use these microfiber cloths with just water, and it's amazing -- no streaks, and no nasty spray chemicals around the kids! They really have improved my life, those cloths.

I know it sounds weird, but I appreciate little things like this. It means I can let the kids clean the door if they want to get involved, and I don't have to worry about them inhaling Windex, or squirting it in their eyes or something.

First casualty of the Christmas season: one of my new plain gold ornaments smashed to pieces on the tile, my fault -- DD had taken it off the tree and lost the hook. I was re-hooking it, holding it with the same hand that was holding the dust cloth, and it just slipped out. My RA is flaring a little these past fews days and I've had the "dropsies" a lot. I have to remember to be extra careful holding onto things. Poor DD, I'm sure I pulled her hair this morning when I was putting it up for school, but my fingers were barely working at the time. She's such a sweetie, she understands how "mommy's hands don't work too well sometimes."

I'm glad I got something done today. Maybe now I can go to bed at a decent hour and have a good morning tomorrow.