For some reason neither Sarah nor I bought Cinnamon Rolls.
It's a Sunday tradition at our house that there are hot, sticky sweet, frosted buns waiting on the girls when they wake.
Cassidy, the 9 year old, is typically up first and eats 4 or 5 of the eight rolls before her sisters wake though, occasionally, Maddie, the 14 year old, surprises everyone by getting up before noon and reaches the Cinnamon Rolls first.
She'll eat several completely disrupting Cass's math and her sense of fairness.
Laurel, the 12 year old, always seems to get the last Cinnamon Roll ... if there is a last one.
On occasions as rare a "Blood Moon" Sarah gets one.
Here's the problem ... Tybee Market opens at 8:30 ... the time I head to Bar Church ... so I need to be in two places at the same time.
Sarah is a master of such things ... masterfully and gracefully cramming multiple activities into a single moment.
I'm not.
So the plan is ... pre-heat the ocean while I run to Tybee Market and pray like Hell it opens on time ... but the Cinnamon Rolls ... drive like a bat out of Hell back home and throw them in the oven without waking the girls ... watch them cook ... pull them out and spread the frosting evenly across the bun ... the girls are sticklers about evenly spread frosting and raise Holy Hell is a roll isn't completely covered in sugar ... write them a love note above the hot buns on the stove ... then drive like a bat out of Hell to Church.
At Church, I'll say ..."What? I'm late? Our clocks must be wrong. I need to check on them when I get home."
So that's the plan.
I think it's God ordained.
We'll see.
I start this Sunday in a dilemma.
For some reason neither Sarah nor I bought Cinnamon Rolls.
It's a Sunday tradition at our house that there are hot, sticky sweet, frosted buns waiting on the girls when they wake.
Cassidy, the 9 year old, is typically up first and eats 4 or 5 of the eight rolls before her sisters wake though, occasionally, Maddie, the 14 year old, surprises everyone by getting up before noon and reaches the Cinnamon Rolls first.
She'll eat several completely disrupting Cass's math and her sense of fairness.
Laurel, the 12 year old, always seems to get the last Cinnamon Roll ... if there is a last one.
On occasions as rare a "Blood Moon" Sarah gets one.
Here's the problem ... Tybee Market opens at 8:30 ... the time I head to Bar Church ... so I need to be in two places at the same time.
Sarah is a master of such things ... masterfully and gracefully cramming multiple activities into a single moment.
I'm not.
So the plan is ... pre-heat the ocean while I run to Tybee Market and pray like Hell it opens on time ... but the Cinnamon Rolls ... drive like a bat out of Hell back home and throw them in the oven without waking the girls ... watch them cook ... pull them out and spread the frosting evenly across the bun ... the girls are sticklers about evenly spread frosting and raise Holy Hell is a roll isn't completely covered in sugar ... write them a love note above the hot buns on the stove ... then drive like a bat out of Hell to Church.
At Church, I'll say ..."What? I'm late? Our clocks must be wrong. I need to check on them when I get home."
So that's the plan.
I think it's God ordained.
We'll see.
