I had this grand plan about making from scratch gingerbread men this holiday. I had read a few recipes online, and yeah it's a lot of work but I thought I GOT THIS. It'll be SO SPECIAL AND AWESOME and we'll make cookies and everyone will be so happy to have homemade cookies!
And then the stress of the universe dropped down on my shoulders like a ton of bricks.
I had promised cookies. Cookies were the last thing in this world I wanted to deal with.
But I was out shopping - and saw this gingerbread cookie mix marked down, and it was Betty Crocker and I thought oh god, ok find, I committed we'll just make these and I'll be a loser mom who didn't make proper home made cookies.
I felt bad. I'm not some PINTEREST MOM but omg I WANT TO BE ONE.
But as we mixed and stirred and the rolling took place, and I showed Louis how to flour the rolling pin the way my mom showed me something became clear.
They didn't care. We were making cookies. They were rolling dough and cutting out cookies and getting dough everywhere. My son kept saying THIS IS SO MUCH FUN! And Julia kept eating cookie dough.
So we made the cookies and we made the icing and we decorated them and they aren't pretty but they are ours, and they are actually delicious.
Who needs made from scratch, these are the best cookies from a mix I ever had.
I hope Santa likes them!
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