And So, The Cookie Pop Crumbles

After very little sleep, I woke up highly unmotivated today.

The eight year-old came in sometime in the obscene part of the night (where it's not night anymore but still too far away from morning to call it that) (not long after I stopped reading) to proclaim that he "couldn't go back to sleep."

"And you come to me because?"

I didn't really say that.

No, I may have mumbled a few words before lifting the blanket for him like I do when his sister comes during the incoherent hours-but, here's where I made my first mistake...I scooted over.
Next to the radiator I call "Husband".

It wasn't long before I was using the flannel sheets to swab the sweat off of my chest while desperately trying to disentangle myself from the child's squid-like limbs.
My escape route was straight to the bathroom where I opened a window and hungrily gulped the delicious, cold air. Frozen nostril hairs actually felt like Heaven.

Refreshed, I crept back into the bed, one leg at a time (habit, it's not like waking the husband would be any danger with an 8 year-old in between us). I managed to get most of my body on the mattress when the Husband's alarm, always set to hours that no one else in the world wakes to, started rattling and bouncing on the nightstand.

I gave up and just finished the book I had been reading.

So, after very little sleep, I snail-paced my way through the afternoon highly unmotivated.

Unfortunately, yesterday I was full of ideas and had stocked up on things-that-will-make-my-family-bow-down-to-me-as-the-Most-Wonderful-Mom-ever. 

The Oreos and lollipop sticks sitting on the worktop taunted me. I'm pretty sure they were chanting, "loser!" at one point.
Sigh... no rest for the sleep deprived.

Channeling Martha Stewart, I set up the double boiler and began preparing the best-thing-to-have-after-school-to-make-my-family-bow-down-to-me-as-the-Most-Wonderful-Mom-ever treats I saw on Pinterest.

Here's what I set out to make. Aren't they gorgeous? How hard is that?!

I found this here

Reality:

In my head, I can do anything.

What's on my kitchen counter at the moment tells me there's a reason I buy things made by the people who can actually create those fun-things-that-will-make-my-family-bow-down-to-me-as-the-Most-Wonderful-Mom-ever-for-buying-such-cool-treats.

And just for the record, if I never see white chocolate again, it will be too soon.