Cooking is an act of love. My mama used to tell me this all the time. She cooked for my papa every night and I carried this desire with me into my marriage… then kids came. Its not that my desire . . .
Motherhood has us busy enough, with chasing kids, cooking favorite meals, reading silly stories, helping with homework, cleaning messes, and chauffeuring from point A to point B. But sometimes we . . .
I am the first to admit I'm a bit of a control freak in the kitchen. (Well just in general, I guess, lol.) So when the kids ask to help me cook, my first instinct is to always say no, not today, maybe . . .
As I write this, there is a pile of wet clothes in my dryer, my bed is not made, the dishwasher is full (at least the dishes inside are clean this time!), and nary a check mark graces my to-do list. . . .