Like They Always Say...Don't Cry Over Dropped Cobbler

I dropped an entire blackberry cobbler today. Right on the floor. All over my new tennis shoes. All over everything in the new kitchen. It was just that kind of day for me. It seemed like everything I touched turned out disasterous. Now I'm sure it wasn't really that way, it just seemed like it. The kids wouldn't do their homework - like the Energizer Bunny, after 5 hours they were "still going". I mean really, how long does it take to write a spelling list?????? Apparently over 5 hours.

It is now almost 11:15pm. I am still baking pumpkin pies for a catering tomorrow. I come in to indulge myself in my favorite thing to do at 11pm every night - watch CSI on Spike TV - and is it on? No! What the heck is going on here? I mean it is on every night at this same time - I'm pretty sure it's a conspiracy. The cobbler, the kids, CSI, for heaven's sake - what's next?

I am ready to take my pies out of the oven and go to bed. I want to sleep and wake up tomorrow to a better day. The wonderful thing about it is that I can do exactly that. God promises me that His mercies are new each morning. I can truly start again - pick up right where I left off. A new day with no mistakes in it - yet, ha! I'm sure this won't be the only time I ever make a mistake, but thank God that His grace is here for me. Good thing Darrel is there for me, too. He had another cobbler in the freezer just in case.

Did you "drop a cobbler" today? If you did, pick it up, throw it in the trash, and get another one out of the freezer - start again! It's easy as pie...er, I mean cobbler!