Holidays

E’s birthday is tomorrow. She will be 7 which seems wrong. She should still be 4. She doesn’t believe me though. This is annoying. Kids should believe me when I tell them important things like this. If she had believed me we could have avoided all of the madness that was today.

E decided she wanted mommy to make the cupcakes for school. She decided this over the weekend and while we did go out to run errands this weekend, we didn’t see anything that looked good for cupcake toppers for her. (Cupcake toppers are especially important for E’s cupcakes because she is like me, she doesn’t really like cake and she cannot tolerate cake with icing AT ALL. So, she wants just plain cupcakes with something “cute” on top and just a little colored powdered sugar on top)

The kids are with their dad today so after I fought the “move in day” traffic on the University and picked up TW at work we battled the horrendous traffic on Archer Rd and went to the Factory Card Outlet. I didn’t have much hope that we’d find something and I was right, not a thing that would work for E. Michaels right next door was the next stop but I wasn’t feeling hopeful because I remembered doing this last year when we were looking for fish to go on top of her cupcakes. Fish are easy but we had to go to 8 stores before we found something that worked.

So, we wandered every aisle in Michaels and began really grasping at straws. “Denise, can you create a rat stencil?” “Who me??? Ha!” “Hey TW, what about finding small markers and sticking one in each cupcake like a candle?” (eye rolling was the response to that) “Do we have to have toppers? Can’t we just buy these mini black velvet marker kits and put one under each cupcake?” “Sigh, if we have to.”

We’d almost given up and I was thinking we were gonna have to use those dumb rainbow rubber balls that we bought last year when we thought we’d never find fish. Ha, look! In the clearance rack! CUTIESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! I grabbed a handful and ran through the store in search of TW. “LOOK! How about these!!” “Yes!” So we went back to the rack and chose 20 “cuties”. (Cuties is what E will call these flocked tiny little animals, cutiesssssss is what E says about anything tiny and animal and furry)

Deep sighs of happiness as we checked out. We ate dinner at Falafel King and hit Publix for a cake mix and eggs and whatever else it was TW said we needed and drove home. We checked our RSS feeds. Tried to call the kids’ father (who had called while we were out). Tried to call TW’s mom (who had called while we were out). Home maybe 15 minutes and TW went back into the kitchen to make the cupcakes while I went back to work on my boards.

“Denise! WE HAVE A PROBLEM!!!” “huh? what problem” “THE DOGS ATE THE CUTIES!!!”

sigh

sigh

sigh

I got back in the car and drove back to Michaels. I got replacement cuties. The cashier cheerfully asked me how my evening was. I growled. I couldn’t help it. Then I felt bad for growling at the poor girl and explained what had happened. She laughed. The cashier 3 rows away burst into hysterical laughter. The other people in line laughed. I growled some more. Soooo not funny.

If the darn kid had just listened to me and believed me when I said she is not going to be 7, she’s just going to be 4 then we wouldn’t be in this situation. We could have sent regular cupcakes and gift bags and all sorts of fun little kid toys to preschool rather than cupcakes with funky tops on them. Next year I’m going to tell her she’s 18 and too old for cupcakes.

kids, birthday, cupcakes