Metallica and cookies

So, this early morning (4.30am) yes, you guessed it, I couldn't sleep. I was awake, staring at the ceiling, hubby sleeping quietly next to me. At night baby had danced. I love that, and when I am in bed, I wait for that all the time to happen. So I did at 4.30, but I think baby was asleep. But I felt like I had had a bucket of coffee. Ha, if only! Well, it was no use, I had to get up and the decision was more about Oreos or no Oreos. I. do. not. like. them. But give me some, please. I had only one this morning. I think one of the reasons why I can't stand them (can I have another one, please?) is, that they are a bunch of chemicals and nothing else. They are like Lego. Pure plastic. (Could you give me one more, please?)

So, those Oreos go against anything that I connect with a real cookie. As a result, I looked at this edible Lego, disgusted, and stuffed it in. Wonderful. Hate you! My decision was clear. I made four baking trays full of vanilla crescent cookies. The smell! I think I never enjoyed this smell more than this morning. Usually I want those in winter, but at the moment I could keep bathing in them.

Hubby woke up earlier than I had anticipated, but that was my fault, because the smell of fresh cookies, real cookies, sweet, vanillaesque, soft and crunchy, was everywhere in the house. We had an excessive breakfast, with freshly baked cookies, cereals, fruit, bacon and ham. ... Hubby had coffee. I could only smell it, though. I think for Christmas I want a good girl spanking and my own package of coffee. 

Anyway. After breakfast and cleaning the kitchen, I went online and read a little. Roz had slightly objected, because in my last blog entry I had written that I want soft and calm songs for baby, and I contrasted that with rock music. And Roz is a fan of rock music, so she is definitely right to object. 

I must admit that my favourite rock songs are only few. But those I really enjoy listening to. And when I read Roz' comment, I still had cookies on my mind. So, I went back into the kitchen and started two more trays of cookies while listening to Nothing else matters (on repeat), as loud as possible. I am not a Metallica fan, otherwise, but this song is great. Play it loud!

It did not take long before hubby appeared again and he had watched me dancing and preparing my cookies for some time, before I even noticed that he was standing in the door. He enjoyed my show and did not stop me. Yes, he is lenient at the moment, but then again, he understands my Oreo problem, and he has known his little weirdo for so many years by now, that he had to learn a lot of serenity, just because he is with me. I love him. 

By now the second round of cookies is almost done, the music is still loud and I feel like I am stone deaf. Baby will love the song later on, She has heard it about twenty and more times this morning, and there is no escape. Hubby has left the house, maybe listening to the same song twenty times is too demanding? Don't know, but working in the kitchen with loud music feels good. 

I cannot throw away the Lego cookies, just in case, but my craving has left me this one choice, Oreos or vanilla crescents. I am saved, I have real cookies now. I'll make up for the noise I created throughout the house and will try really hard to serve hubby well, so that he feels cherished and loved.

And I hope you all have a lovely day