Late on night, it was a little after 9, the doorbell rang.
With a sigh of exasperation after battling with the kiddos to get them to bed ,even though they were all not tired- and obviously starving and- Oh yeah, I forgot I really did have homework- and just one more kiss goodnight-and we don't have to listen to you the first time because Dad isn't home.
I dragged my weary self to the door, ready to do battle with whatever hapless solicitor schmuck had the bad fortune to ring my doorbell at this late hour.
All 4 kiddos also felt so inclined to come tumbling down the stairs, ignoring my vehement yell-whisper to stay upstairs, to see who it was.
And I am now even more angry "Because now if it is not a salesman but a serial killer we are all dead instead of just the brave self sacrificing mother".
However when I opened the door, this is what I found.......
A nice big container full of these lovelies.
My attitude was now changed from eye-rolling annoyance, to humility and gratitude.
It might just be cupcakes.
It might not seem like a big deal.
But I am ......
Humbled for the time and effort it took to make these.
Grateful for the laughs and smiles it brought into my home.
So, thank you to whoever took the time to bring joy to a weary mothers home.