You win some, you lose some

 Today was a rainy, gray, windy, and blah kind of day.

The kids wanted to play outside, I wanted to be outside, and the dogs wanted to be outside. 

Although our summer was GRAND, we are ready for a change. We are ready for school, schedules, football games, and all that fall brings. 

 

So, after about the 14th fight, we gathered our baking ingredients and set out to make peanut butter bars....together.

  

 It was messy, took way too long, Brooks cried through half of it because he couldn't be right in the middle of it, the dogs were trying to sneak food from Brooks, Bennett wanted to measure the flour but Marie got to first, Marie wanted to break the eggs but I already did, the frosting started to boil...it wasn't supposed to boil....

 and my kitchen looked like this.

 With Brooks on my hip and Marie & Bennett watching the iPad, I finished the bars which I thought were ruined, and cleaned up my kitchen while grumbling.

I started to feel frustrated long before this point, but I actually held my tongue during the baking.

The kids and I had fun...the type A part of myself was screaming inside, but I didn't let it out. 

We did "math" while measuring, we sang silly songs while trying to keep Brooks happy, and we dipped our fingers in the batter.

It wasn't the perfect day and they aren't the perfect peanut butter bars, but one row is already gone, and my kids claim I am the best peanut butter bar baker around.