And this past weekend I got to make a birthday cake for my awesome friend K, which was great because although I make a lot of cakes, not very many of them are for my friends.
Partly because I don’t have many close friends….and partly because….uh….I don’t have many close friends.
I usually blame this on the fact that I am a weirdo freak that doesn’t fit in (which I am convinced it at least partially to blame), but the main reason is that groups of women intimidate me.
And seeing as how women usually travel in packs….this can be a bit of a problem.
I guess I always feel like I will be judged because I don’t measure up to other moms. I don’t feel like I always do the right “mommy” things.
I don’t carry a Tupperware container of sliced veggies in my bag. If my kid gets hungry while we are out, he’s lucky if I can find a smashed up Little Debbie in the bottom of my purse somewhere.
Barney and The Wiggles are banned from my television. Sorry, there is something about those dudes that is JUST. NOT. NATURAL. Way too annoying for me.
I don’t watch TLC’s A Baby Story, or A Mommy Story, I have 17 Kids or whatever all those shows are called. I have a kid. He is a lot of work. The last thing I want to do while I am relaxing, is watch more kids. Sorry.
I’ve let my kid eat food off the floor…..more than once.
My five year old son has a mohawk….and here lately, temporary tattoos that go up and down his arms, legs, and sometimes across his knuckles. It’s what he wants…and I’m thinking maybe I’m better off letting him get it out of his system sooner rather than later.
But the thing about my friends is that they don’t judge me for these things. They love me anyways, and think that I am a very good mom. And if they don’t….at least they don’t tell me that to my face. And that is why I was thrilled to make K a super awesome cake.
Well…that and the fact that I’m always looking for an excuse to break out the Disco Dust.
So, if you see a woman feeding a five year old punk rocker smashed up Little Debbie cakes off of the floor…it’s probably just me. Come say hello, I promise I’m a good person.
Happy Birthday K and Happy Monday!!