Domestic Disaster
Today I wanted to make a cake before Trent came home. I wanted to surprise him with a beautiful cake with yummy cheesecake frosting. I wanted to be a domestic goddess. My daughter requested pink be the main color. Everything went great.... till I tried to frost it. All my hard work. MY beautiful cake!!!!! :( :( :( All my dreams of becoming a domestic goddess crumble to the floor. Well not really because when my daughter saw it sitting on the counter in all its falling -apart-ness she said in the sweetest most sincere voice "MOM its sooooooo beautiful!" I'm almost ok now and this post is part of the "get over it, its just a cake" healing process for me. I have to be able to laugh at these things.