Monday Blues

Today was slow and difficult. The day began with demands for breakfast. Some of us stayed in our jammies quite late into the morning. I have been trying to get Hyrum to clean his room for weeks now and as I stormed out I tripped over all kinds of junk which didn't help my mood. The children wouldn't stop fighting and I was at my whits end. I drowned my frustration in cleaning and rearranged two upstairs bedrooms, vacuuming and wiping the dust as I went.

I looked outside at the grey sky and decided it was a good day to bake. The children were on each other all morning long and needed something to do. My helpful Camilla asked me what she could do next so I put her to work sifting through the wheat for small stones before I put it through the wheat grinder (a trick I learned from my mamma). She was excited and soon joined by two curious brothers. I let them work away at it while I cleared the counter tops of dirty dishes.

I then put on an old apron of my Gramma's and went to work mixing and kneading the dough for bread. I was lucky enough to inherit a few of her aprons and mixing dishes and I will treasure them always. I worked all of my worries into that dough and felt much better by the time I had finished. Camilla watched eagerly, elbows resting on the other side of the counter. "When I'm a mom, I'm going to make bread too." I smiled as she shared more of her hopes and dreams. She is such a sweet girl and I am grateful for her.

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