Well, as soon as I feel like my funny has returned and I’m shaking off the past week, I get hit by a bug. Nice timing. Nothing too bad, I just have no energy whatsoever. The Mister came in last night at 9:20 and I went straight to bed… Most of you know that I am a night owl. If I’m quiet, sitting still or sleeping before midnight, I must be sick. Poor Avery has had no play partner and Henry has handled being plopped on the floor very well.
I even felt a little guilty yesterday for laying around all afternoon and got up and made cupcakes with Avery. I know, I know, very thoughtful and June Cleaverish of me… She was having a fit to use the new mixer (I need to think of a good name for it…,) but I didn’t want to have to clean that much stuff.
So, we got out the old hand mixer that I’ve had since college and used it. I’m sure that’s part of the reason I hate to bake… I’m using a 15 year old hand mixer… I bet I could get the lumps completely out of stuff and do it in less than ten minutes with the new one.
Maybe when I’m feeling a tad more energetic, I’ll try and make something with it… But, don’t count on it being anytime really soon.