The other day we had the freakiest windiest day in a long time in Northern Utah. Maybe you experienced it or saw it on the news. Luckily, we were skipped out here in Clinton for the most part. As I hurried home from work that night, however, it dawned on my husband that the generator we were getting for Christmas from our in-laws that was on sale at Costco just might be sold out if we waited. There were hundreds of people in the area without power and surely they would be racing to buy the few remaining generators in the area. Now, I have to admit that I questioned the morality of buying the remaining generators when there were people who really needed them, but we'll save that for another discussion. In my haste when I arrived home, I hurried in with a box of frozen french bread dough that I had purchased with a friend to have in the freezer for gifts and for our storage. I quickly asked one of my kids to take it down and put it in the freezer, reiterating the importance of freezing the dough and ran out the door to purchase two of four remaining generators left. So, are you with me? My first mistake was not doing the errand of dough myself, the second, asking a preteen to do it. Sure enough today when I was driving I had visions of that box sitting by the freezer with dough busting out in all directions because I had never followed up with my daughter. This evening my fears were confirmed, sure enough, just as I had envisioned it. Dough everywhere. After a week of a broken baking pan and a history of kids breaking stuff and me just taking it and chalking it up to motherhood, I just have to lament for a moment. But then I have to remind myself, it is just stuff. Stuff that lessons are learned from. I'm sure my Heavenly Father feels the same way when we don't listen or mess things up. That is how we learn, that is the point. After all, don't our kids learn the most from their mistakes? Meanwhile, french bread anyone?