Usually my crankiness can be tied to two things, amount of sleep and amount of food. Yesterday morning I was both tired and hungry. I was not loving and kind.
So I decided to bake a cake. I love baking. I love the feeling of accomplishment when I pull something I made out of the oven. I love the way the house smells as said item bakes. I love watching my older girls sit in front of the oven to watch the creation cook.
Baking is something we do as a family. It takes about three times longer than cooking alone. It is about five times messier to cook with kids. It’s also a lot more enjoyable. Dumping flour into a bowl is actually fun for my girls. For me, I don’t even attach much thought to the action. Watching how excited they get about the ingredients makes me more excited. This is a recipe for a happier family (does that count as a pun? I hate puns).
So anyway, we made a cake. It was delicious. We made frosting. This was also delicious.
Sometimes, I need to be a grown up and be kind even when I want yell. Sometimes I need to do something fun and include my children, even when I want to climb back in bed. Sometimes I need to teach my girls basic life skills, even though it takes longer and and messier. Most of the time, everyone is happier because of these things.