Baby Steps

Mondays are for bread and laundry. The laundry is not exciting. But the bread…

All homemade bread takes me straight back to my childhood. But particularly this recipe, because it’s the recipe my mom made for us. I change it slightly by using half whole wheat flour and half white flour.

I used to make all our bread, before I had Adelia. But my bread making routine became more and more sporadic with every baby. One of my goals is to get back in the habit, now that Cal is here.

Today seemed as good a day as any. Besides, I needed a pick-me-up. I’ve finally felt well enough, for enough days in a row, that I’m starting to be restless. I want to leave the house. But I’m not ready to take Cal out. And anyways it still terrifies me to try taking ALL of them anywhere by me onesie. Needless to say, I’m feeling a bit trapped and a lot outnumbered. I desperately needed to accomplish something with satisfying results, and a batch of bread seemed like just the ticket.

It went well. The kids were good to do their school work at the table while I worked on the bread. And during the rising periods I was able to tackle the laundry.

It’s not much to accomplish in a day, I know. But at least it was a step in the right direction. Baby steps, I tell myself, baby steps.