just laugh

I can't bake a cake. Nope. I can't.

I tried to bake a double layer cake for my hubby's birthday this weekend, and it was a disaster. The cake began to fall apart, the icing was going everywhere, and I just wanted to cry. My sister was laughing so hard, and I was getting angrier by the minute. I wanted to throw the cake in the trash. I was so *mad!

My sister took over and finished up the frosting, and then my hubby came home. They talked me out of throwing away the cake {I wanted to trash the disaster and run to Cheesecake Factory for plan b}. They were laughing, but I was mad. Really mad. We ate the ugly, mess-of-a-cake and it was good. It tasted nothing like it looked thankfully!

Later this past weekend, my hubby asked me why I had gotten so angry about the cake. It wasn't until he asked me, when I realized how ridiculous I acted the night I tried to bake the cake. I always want things to be perfect. I want to be perfect. But, that's a ridiculous goal to have.

 I work part-time, and I feel like my house is never as clean as Susy Q's house. She's a stay-at-home mom who always has a clean house, the best food {she can bake a cake!}, the prettiest hair, and the most well behaved kids. Do you know Susy Q?

Well, I'm not Susy Q, and that's ok. I'm a working momma, who goes to work Monday-Friday from 8am-1pm, who sometimes has the messiest house on the block, doesn't wash her hair every day {thank goodness for dry-shampoo}, and orders a pizza for those days when work is stressing her out. 

I'm not perfect, and I'm trying to let go of that. It's ok. I made a really ugly, terribly messy, ridiculous looking cake. And we ate almost the whole thing. I just need to laugh about those days.