So you may be wondering what that is on my ceiling.
No that is not
Yogurt (that would be wiped away and disinfected by now!)
Baby food? ....NOPE
Boogers?....Possible but NOPE
Banana?....NOPE
If you guessed cake then...Ding, ding, ding...we've got a winner!
And it all happened while making this adorable cake for a friend's little guy!
A few weeks ago I had a moment similar, but maybe even worse than
this incident from a few years back.
Men, if you are reading this, you may want to plug your ears and avert your eyes and move down about a half a page because I'm going to use the "P" word!
A few weeks ago, I got may PERIOD!
Really Kat? You are a women. We all know we get them.
However, this is only the third time I've had my period in the last 5 years. {Please refrain from choking me in envy..now}.
I forgot how CRAZY I get when I'm on my period. I'm slightly bipolar on the best of days but when I'm doing the woman thing, I am up and down like a yo-yo! One minute I LOVE your guts and the next minute I could rip your guts out.
So, on cake making day, things were going well. The cakes mixed together quickly. They baked in the right amount of time. They came out of the oven looking pretty. One cake came out just fine and then all hell broke loose!
The second plan slipped off the cooling rack while flipping it over, causing it to crack right down the middle. Normally this is not a big deal but when I went to move it, it cracked even more. And then I got a palm stuck in it.
Then....well, I got really angry.
So of course, I grabbed a handful of the cake and started throwing it and yelling at it and turning into CRAZY mommy! I threw it right at my kitchen window, which whiplashed on the ceiling, backsplash and sink.
I didn't stop there. I grabbed the rest of the cake in two hands and slammed it into the garbage while screaming at the top of my lungs. Some of it missed and landed on the floor in millions of tiny splatters and I remember murmuring something like, "Fine, if you don't want to go into the garbage then you can just stay there for all I care!", as if the cake was plotting some kind of revolt against me!
Then Benji had the audacity to crawl into the kitchen, slip on a piece of cake, land head first into another splatter and cry....like he was the one with the problem. Offering very little comfort to the clearly traumatized little boy, I plopped him into his high chair for the next little while. (Who, BTW, cried every time I looked at him for the next half an hour).
At one point, Brooke came up the stairs, thinking that it was a good idea to ask for a snack. She got the you-better-get-downstairs-right-now-if-you-know-what's-good-for-you look which made her hightail it back down to Caleb and tell him, "Mommy's not going to be able to get us a snack right now."
It took me much longer to cool down than it should have. I slammed together the ingredients for another layer of cake, rushed it into the oven, looked around and thought to myself, "What have I done!"
Failed that one!
I was sinning like a cup of salt in a lemon meringue pie.
I wanted to indulge in all that whipped meringue and lemony goodness of my anger but it was leaving me with a bitter taste in my mouth because the lemony goodness contained a whole bunch of nasty in it.
The problem with anger is that is breeds so much destruction, not only to just yourself but to those around you as well. My anger, while it felt so good to let it out and throw that cake and make a screaming mess out of myself, was terrifying those around me.
As mentioned before, Benji, cried every time he looked at me for the next half an hour because I had scared him.
The other two had buried themselves in the basement because they didn't want to face the monster that was making a mess everywhere.
Not to mention, that when my tantrum was all said and done, I looked out my window and there were our teenage neighbours, breathing in some fresh nicotine air, looking right into my window. I was just hoping that they hadn't witnessed any of my tirade. I felt defeated in that moment. I saw my window of being a witness to them, go right out the window (just the like the cake should have!)
I looked around at the consequences of my 5 minutes of crazy anger and saw that those minutes had multiplied ten fold and left me standing there in the wake of a sticky mess that I knew would take me much too long to clean up.
Part of me, wants to keep those cake splatters on my ceiling as a constant reminder of what being entrenched in the throws of anger means. If anyone points it out, it can give me a way to testify to the amazing grace of God and show that I'm a work in progress that will never be done until the day my life on earth is finished.
But then part of me just wants to get pregnant so Crazy, Period Kathryn goes away (but then I guess I'm left with
Crazy Pregnant Kathryn)...I don't know which is better!
Anyway, long story short...I need to work on my anger and practice a little self-control!
My Name is Kathryn and I have an anger problem!
Hopefully shedding some light on the sin in my life will help me get past it!
Which sins of yours weigh heavily on your heart?
Love,
Kat