Today was a day to run, but another need was just more important. About a month ago I promised my kids that I would not purchase cookies for them this year. They would only eat homemade ones. So to keep up with this promise, I baked. On Labour Day weekend I baked about 25 dozen cookies. Sure that seems like a lot, but I have 4 kids in my house and 3 of them are teenagers. I also have a husband with a crazy fast metabolism who absolutely loves my homemade cookies.
On Sunday, we ran out of cookies. Monday, I choose to run, Tuesday was too busy. So today, I had a choice to make after my errands were done. Run or bake. One meant keeping a promise to myself, the other meant keeping a promise to my kids.
My afternoon looked like this: