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The Tale of the Bad Day

I had a bad day today.    The day started out slow.  We finally pulled out the books and I started our American History lesson and it REALLY could have been a great lesson if we could have changed ONE thing.  ME.  Yes, Me.  I stood in the way of a fun lesson today.  In fact, I sapped any joy, fun or life right out of the lesson and instead inserted insanely high standard mom who can only see fault with any and all involvement.   For example, “What do mean you don’t know the definitions to these words that you’ve never seen before??  How dare you!” OR “That’s the worst coloring job I’ve ever seen in my life.”  “Do you think that you are going to grow up one day and get a job and have an apartment by playing Video Games all day?”  “If you can’t answer this question, I’m giving you away.” 

Someone please.  Send me my “I’m the Worst Mother in the World” Award.  I’ve throughly earned it.  How about, “Less talking and asking questions and more writing and coloring pages.”or my favorite from the day  “You need a Reality Wake Up Call Boot Camp.” 

I must be put in the Box of Shame.  Someone bring me the Box of Shame. 

Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.

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Chocolate Cake- A parable

Once upon a time there was a little boy who liked to bake chocolate cake.  On fine afternoons, he would take out his bowls and spoons and measuring cups.  He’d open the cabinet and get out his cake mix, eggs and butter.  He’d pour all the ingredients into his bowl and mix and stir until all the lumps disappeared.   As he poured his batter into his cake pan, he’d think about the delicious cake and he’d smile and call out to his mom that he was almost ready.  His mom would rush to the kitchen and together, they’d place the pan in the warm oven and set the timer.  In thirty minutes, the smell of cake would fill the house and his mom would remove the cake from the oven to cool.

As time went on, the young boy made more and more chocolate cakes.  He followed the directions, cooked the cake and out came his masterpiece.  One day though, he was missing some ingredients.  Inside of 3 eggs, he could only find one.  He looked and looked for butter but they were all out.  So he put his one egg in and replaced his butter with olive oil and soon enough, he had stirred and placed the batter in the warm oven.  30 minutes went by and his mother pulled the cake out and she was shocked by what she saw.  The cake was flat and it didn’t smell quite right. 

That afternoon, the boy cut the first slice of cake and took a bite.  He expected a bite of heaven and chocolate goodness.  Instead, it was like dirt filled his mouth.  He couldn’t understand what had gone wrong.  Every good chocolate cake he had ever baked was banished from his memory.  He tasted the dirt and he was certain that he was indeed not fit to bake chocolate cakes.  He threw his cake in the garbage in disgust.  He abandoned the cake pan in the sink.  He could not make chocolate cake.   

A month went by, and when the boy would think about chocolate cake, he’d tell himself he was not a very good baker.  He had made a cake and it turned out to be a disaster and he was just not worthy to stir that magic spoon and let the velvety sheets of batter fill up his precious cake pan. 
His mother noticed that her son was just not himself lately.  She asked him what was wrong and he said, “nothing” as boys often do and she nodded and went about her day. 

One day, he was filling particularly sad that he was such an awful baker.  He’d like nothing more than to have some chocolate cake.  So when his mother asked him to take out the garbage, he huffed and puffed and drug it halfway through the yard and dropped it in a fit.  When his brother asked if he’d like to play ball, he growled at him and shuffled away.  When his mom asked him to vacuum the living room, he pushed the vacuum around in a circle and slunk off to his room. 

Later that evening, as his mom stood outside in the cool of the day, the little boy came up to his mom and told her, “I’m just feeling like I’m not a good baker!”.  His mother was shocked!  Not a good baker??  How could he think such a thing?  But he told her, “Mom I baked that cake last month and it was horrible! I can’t bake cakes!!”.  She looked at him thoughtfully and asked him to stop and think about all the cakes he had baked over the past year.  Memories of chocolate cakes flooded his mind.  He raised his eyebrows and wrinkled his nose and suddenly he remembered.  He COULD bake chocolate cakes, in fact, he’d baked them time and time again and each one had turned out yummy and delicious and made everyone shout for more.  He threw his arms around his mom and said, “Thanks mom! I’m not a bad baker, I just made a mistake!”  And his mom laughed and smiled inside because her son suddenly realized he was more than just his mistakes! 

Thanks for all the great chocolate cakes son!!  A stinker, every once in a while, is no reflection on the goodness that you are. We all make mistakes!  Bake chocolate cakes and be glad, You are a VERY good baker!!

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