I was supposed to make a cake today. Well actually yesterday except yesterday was a day of lupus treatment which meant nothing else got done. Not to worry though, I decided, because the cake is easy to make to,or row is another day. Except we are at to,or row and my hands struggle to work. Simple directions are not all that simple to follow today.
Still a cake needed to be made and while the four-footed one likes to help I can’t say for sure that she’d be able to manage all the measurements and such. Enter Beloved. He can follow directions and measurements rather well. He may not have planned on making the cake, but he was willing to do so.
Actually he was willing to do whatever it took to save flour from being wasted. Or perhaps it was after the second egg hit the floor that he felt the need to step in. At any rate making today’s cake became, well a piece of cake once two helping hands stepped in.
The mess was cleaned up, the cake was made, dishes were washed and all was good. Because I had helping hands, which meant tomorrow still held promise of making cake instead of a phone call of regret and potentially disappointing people. This is a relief because all too often my over enthusiasm for things combines with lupus in a way that is full of regret and disappointment. But not today, not with helping hands.