Today I made hot chocolate, I felt good about it. I made it on the stove, granted I used a pre-made chocolate powder (coffee crisp flavoured) but I did not use the microwave, and this is a close to "from scratch" as this preservative filled cookie gets. Why the grand occasion well it was the first day of snow, and I try hard to create nice memories for my children to cling to,when they eventually realise just how abnormal their mama really is. I also made a cake the other day, and when the kidlets asked who's birthday it was, (as that is usually the only time we have cake), I told them "It's nobodies birthday we are just celebrating October 17" and then put sparklers on the cake to make it seem more festive, and silently prayed it would be a memory they will retain, while the sight of me scarfing down the cake would be a memory they would repress.
So here I sit on my computer sipping my hot chocolate out of a martini glass, cause that's how I roll, it has nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that we were out of mugs, that is just a odd coincidence. Enjoying the sound of my kids, talking over their warm beverages, I feel warm content and happy. I figure if I can work one good memory into my children's lives everyday, I'm doing okay, it is just too bad that making breakfast is not really that memorable, or else I would have this thing down pat....
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