On Monday I arrived home from NY to find this lovely package from Cookies By Design gracing my doorstep, a Mother’s Day gift from my Boston daughter, and the Cookie Saga began. Mind you, these are by far the best cookies you have EVER tasted in your entire life, so I was extremely excited. I brought the box in, opened it, took this picture and promptly posted it on Facebook. Then it began. I knew this gift was going to be the constant topic of my self-talk this entire week, just as I knew I’d be writing this post.
It started out subtly on Monday afternoon: I’ll just open one guitar and have the handle with lunch. (So I did)
I won’t touch anymore until after dinner. Time for afternoon coffee. Well, a tiny piece of that guitar will go great with the coffee. Ate half the guitar body. Dinner time: have to have some cookie for dessert – after all, it’s here. Finished off one guitar. Later that night, engrossed in my book, my head snaps up and before I could chastise myself, the second guitar was open and the stem was gone.
Lunchtime Tuesday: I now NEED a piece of cookie for dessert – ate half the guitar body. Afternoon coffee: oops! – by now there is no having coffee without a cookie. (Other half of guitar gone) Dinnertime: Went to yoga and came home and sat down for dinner – I do need dessert. Should I really open that big heart in the front? Half of it was gone before I could even answer myself. Sitting reading after dinner, my mind wandered off the page. That other half a heart was behind me on the counter. No. I’d already had cookies three times today. This was about to negate my doing both fit club and yoga in one day. No. I can’t have it. I bowed down to the page and continued reading. Fifteen minutes went by. I felt myself putting the book down and getting up to get that half a heart. No control. Absolutely no self-control when it comes to these cookies.
Now, here I sit, after lunch on Wednesday, and one half of the Mom You Rock sign is history. The other half is on the counter behind me. Afternoon coffee is approaching soon. I know that other half will be gone. It’s only Wednesday – and look:
Do I have a problem? I think so. I think I’m addicted to sugar. No. There are other things around here with sugar that I could care less about. It’s just these cookies. I absolutely cannot rest until the cookies are gone.
But ya know what? It’s COOKIES! Long after they’re gone I will remember how good they tasted and how happy I was to arrive home to find them waiting for me. I will feel the love from my daughter that came in the basket with the cookies. She wanted me to enjoy every morsel. So…as pathetic as the basket looks now – and mind you, it’s only Wednesday, I’m just going to give in, laugh, and enjoy them til they’re gone.
And so, as another day goes by, sometimes you just have to laugh and say “It’s only cookies”, and…I have written.
(It’s a good thing my other daughter gave me a bracelet.)
Hi Linda – finally got around to checking out your cookie entry – so well done – definitely makes me want some of those special cookies!! Do you think your Boston daughter would adopt me? I have enough bracelets! 🙂 Love you, me