I've previously mentioned that on the first day of school (as well as other special occasions;) I like to make Cinnamon rolls for my kids. Since I'm not Lesa G; baker of the world's best, homemade, Lemon Bars nor am I Jenny and (SMF) David; Christmas Cookie chefs extraordinaire; I simply make Pillsbury (canned,) cinnamon rolls with CINNABON frosting; but my kids think they're just great. So during one of my many Christmas break, trips to the supermarket; I picked up a can of cinnamon rolls; so that I could surprise the kids one morning.
I could have made the cinnamon rolls any day; and they would have been thrilled; but I decided that I would make them on their first day back to school. I thought that it would be delightful to awake to the sweet cinnamony aroma that the baked pastries emanate. But alas; on Sunday, I ruined my own surprise and told the kids about my plan; because they were all so bummed about going back to school; and leaving me.
They all seemed so sad about the prospect of school starting up; so I thought I'd cheer them up by telling them that I planned to make them cinnamon rolls for breakfast; and indeed, this was a cure for the back to school blues.
I woke Lyndzi at 6:30am, and after she got dressed, I asked what she wanted for breakfast. She gave me a quizzical look and I asked what was wrong. With a perplexed tone, Lyndzi then said "I thought we were having cinnamon rolls." Oh my gosh; she was right. I'd forgotten MY OWN PLAN; so in the long run, I suppose that it was a very good thing that I had told them about it. Thankfully I still had plenty of time to get the rolls in the oven; and by the time Nicky and Kelsie got up, I had just finished frosting the delectable dough. The kids happily ate their cinnamon rolls; and I'm proud to say, that I did not.
Kelsie was more cooperative than ever as she got ready for school. I think that Lyndzi was looking forward to seeing her friends; but like Nicky, she would have just as soon stayed home; so when I dropped them at school, I assured them that their day would pass quickly; and that although I would miss them; I'd be fine. It was bittersweet watching them walk towards the school; but I always seem to feel that way after having them home for a while. I get spoiled.
I went back home, worked for a few hours and then met Lesa G at the gym. I returned home resumed working; and I wish that I could say that time passed quickly; but truth be told, it didn't. 3:00 couldn't come soon enough for me; and when it did, I flew out the door to go pick up my angels. I'm happy to report that despite their hesitation, everyone had a great day. And as for me, I'm getting pinker by the minute.
Till next time...
Queen of EVERYTHING