Cooking therapy

I didn't know I needed cooking therapy, but suddenly I found myself in the kitchen with the milk glass out.

It's been a week. I had to be somewhere every single morning. I didn't get much housework done. Pip had to get a bunch of stitches because he cut his head on the bench. This afternoon I retreated to my room with chocolate and a good book during naptime, and that was nice, but it wasn't enough.

There's something therapeutic about cooking for me, even though I fight it sometimes. Of course, circumstances have to be right. Cooking at the last minute with a two-year-old hanging on to my leg while I'm firing off spelling words to another child is not therapeutic. But if I can get half an hour to myself in the kitchen, that's magic.


  1. So sorry about Pip.. Hope he is doing better. Know this was really scary.
    Nothing like cooking therpy..

  2. I agree . . . and I hope that Pip heals well.