Quasi Cookies and Vented Molehills

Today's favorite moments included . . .

. . . my kids competing to see who could laugh louder.

. . . successfully baking some mini muffins in my solar oven. The recipe said they were supposed to be cookies, but I baked them in mini muffin tins (my cookie sheets won't fit in the solar oven), and the texture was more muffin-like. What's more, as I've compared the recipe to others, it actually bears a very close resemblance to several oatmeal muffin recipes I've come across. I guess if I want honest-to-goodness cookies, I should just use my own recipe.

And another thing . . .

. . . this morning, Phillip mentioned a choir-related schedule change that essentially torpedoed my dinner plans for the rest of the week. I was bummed and inconvenienced, but I knew if I told him that he would feel bad, offer to change his schedule, and end up even more bummed and inconvenienced than I was. I tried to just move on and accept that plans don't always work out, but the disappointment kept eating at me.

Later in the morning a friend asked how I was doing, and when I said I was trying to keep a molehill from becoming a mountain she insisted I tell her the whole story. Talking about my troubles didn't get rid of them, but somehow it made it easier to put them behind me. I don't think it's healthy to complain all the time, but every now and then it really does help to get your disappointment off your chest, and thus off your mind.