I’m looking at you, momma. I see you smiling that plastered-on smile to make everyone around you think you’re alright.
That you’ve got it all together.
That you’re feeling all “tight-and-right” about your momming skills.
One of my favorite memories growing up is of my mom baking homemade Nestle Toll House Chocolate Chip cookies. She would mix up the dough and put the bowl in the freezer and bake small batches at a time during the next few weeks.
Her cookie-baking time meant I could be in the kitchen with her.
Full transparency: there isn’t a “bowl of dough” happening, anyway.
In my house we do Nestle’s “break-n-bake” because - while I do think there’s something slightly missing from the taste by taking this time-saving route, you know that my claim to fame is cutting corners.