Every now and then, husbands know best.
I'd been decorating cookies for a couple of years...I always decorated at night after putting kiddo to bed. It never failed, I'd crawl into bed after a few hours of decorating with an aching back and tense shoulders.
One night, Mr. E walked into the kitchen as I was decorating and said, "why don't you raise up your work surface?"
Ding, ding, ding!!! Life. changed.
Now when I decorate, I *always* raise up my cookie sheet.
If you don't have a step stool, I *know* you have a stack of cookbooks.
I'd been decorating cookies for a couple of years...I always decorated at night after putting kiddo to bed. It never failed, I'd crawl into bed after a few hours of decorating with an aching back and tense shoulders.
One night, Mr. E walked into the kitchen as I was decorating and said, "why don't you raise up your work surface?"
Now when I decorate, I *always* raise up my cookie sheet.
Raise 'em up. No more hunching.
Thank you notes from your back can be addressed to Mr. E. ;)
I'd been decorating cookies for a couple of years...I always decorated at night after putting kiddo to bed. It never failed, I'd crawl into bed after a few hours of decorating with an aching back and tense shoulders.
One night, Mr. E walked into the kitchen as I was decorating and said, "why don't you raise up your work surface?"
Now when I decorate, I *always* raise up my cookie sheet.
Raise 'em up. No more hunching.
Thank you notes from your back can be addressed to Mr. E. ;)
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