Just what the doctor ordered

I was in a huge rush this morning, misunderstood a friend, got "caught up" in the crazy moments of rushing around, was "short" with that friend, felt horrible about it (I apologized, but I can't erase the moment, you know?). . .then had to go to a business meeting and act like everything was just dandy.

After lunch, my daughter and I shared some cookies and milk. I'm telling you what, it's just what the doctor ordered.

This is why I want to stay home. This is why I don't want to worry about "building a business". I want to worry about what snack to make for my son (and soon daughter) when they get off the bus. I want to worry about what kind of bread to make for the week/day. I want to worry about what great meal to fix (not think of the fastest/easiest thing to make because we're too busy for "great"). Am I dreaming? I sure hope not.

But for now, I'm still thinking of my cookie, milk, and company.