Kelly is a writer, photographer, foodie, marathoner & mom. She writes life stories, recipes and love of sports on Mom Got Blog and has a new food blog called Eat Picks sharing photography & good eats. Find her on Twitter @Kpugs or connect on Facebook.
There are two things I tend to do when stressed- I clean like a madwoman or I bake as if I am preparing to feed an army. Lately, I’ve been moving methodically through cabinets and have made so many confections that I have had to throw away whole cakes because this house just can’t eat that much sweet.
Why am I stressed?
A loaded question for sure.
For starters, I am freaking out a little about the goings on in Washington DC and the (what seem to be inevitable) government furloughs that will be taking effect. Okay, by the looks of my newly scrubbed and organized spice cabinet, I’m freaking out a lot. My husband falls into this plan being an employee of good old Uncle Sam and facing a 20% cut in pay to a one-income family (I do get paid for my freelance work, but it is mere pittance compared to hubs salary) will most certainly add pain to the pinch we will be facing.
Oh, and did I mention that we are about to send our oldest off to college this fall? Yeah, the timing of this is just plain bad.
And that college bound student? They are driving me b-a-n-a-n-a-s.
If I hear the phrase “When I’m in college, you won’t know fill in the blank”, one more time, I’m going to lose it.
They are ready to fly the nest and sad to admit, some days I’m ready to add a nudge to push them out. This of course makes me feel completely guilty, for I should be cherishing these last few months we have them safe under our roof. They are about to become an adult, with full voting rights and all, but I can’t seem to get through that ‘House Rules’ need to be respected no matter what age you are and more importantly, we, your parents, created these rules not to control, but to guide and set safe boundaries.
It has been a constant battle of wills and has me hitting the kitchen to bake away my feelings. The process of following each step of a recipe, where ingredients come together without argument, heck even taking out my frustration through beating eggs is met with a “thank you sir, may I have another” ( a total college flick ‘Animal House’ reference there) is cathartic.
So, six months from now, my house will be so clean that Intel will be knocking down my door for a new place to make computer chips, solving any money worries I have or I could very well be knee deep in chocolate chips preparing them for care packages. Either way, I hope to be stress free and reporting that I have survived sending one off to college, because in two years, I get to do it all over again.
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