Sharing is caring!

They say misery loves company, and if that’s true, then today was a success.

Today was Christmas cookie decorating—one of our cherished family traditions. We all pile into my mother’s kitchen with good intentions and absolutely zero decorating skills. The cookies are… not pretty. Frosting everywhere. Sprinkles in places sprinkles should never be. But we laugh. A lot. And that’s the whole point.

There is something about going to my mom’s house that flips a switch in me. Suddenly, instead of gently guiding my children toward “inside voices” and “calm behavior,” I’m actively encouraging chaos. Maybe I need her to experience the shenanigans I complain about all the time. Sharing is caring, right? 😏

I stuck my fingers directly into the frosting. I chased the kiddos around the kitchen. I loudly encouraged Phoebe to “get your brother.” I told Thaddeus—very seriously—that his cookie absolutely needed more googly eyes. More. Always more.

At one point my mom looked at me, shook her head, and declared, “Laura, you are worse than the kids.”

And with that… my work here was done.

Confidently winging it—powered by chaos and caffeine.