It is not easy being me but I sure can be entertaining at times. Take last week for example, I baked a cake for Brevitt’s birthday and brought it in to school to enhance the birthday impact. I am infamous for making delicious lopsided cakes but this year I decided to go healthy and try a recipe that I had never made before, first mistake. The cake was made with molasses, oatmeal and applesauce, second mistake. It was cooked to perfection but when I tasted it I got worried. Brevitt called from school to check in and I forewarned him that I would not be bringing in one of those store bought disgusting cakes that leave plastic in your stomach, he moaned in frustration and fear that he would once again be embarrassed by his crazy mom.
I guess it is a blessing that I no longer have the luxury of spending hundreds of dollars to mask my mistakes, frantically zooming to Midland Bakery in Basalt to purchase the perfect cupcakes that a professional baker has made. I improvised and arrived at the school with a healthy cake decorated with high fructose corn syrup frosting and red hots. The cake was devoured and Brevitt learned to trust his mom a little more.
The last time I brought a cake to school I was told by Brevitt’s not so favorite teacher that I was too late and had missed the window to present it to Brevitt’s favorite teacher. Brevitt and his sweet friends gathered around me and made me feel better reassuring me that we can’t all be perfect and that they too have cried over silly things like cake. I stood there with the most delicious chocolate cake in my hands, still warm from the oven, fighting back my tears of frustration. You would think that I would give up on the whole cake endeavor.
The frustrations that I create for myself do not end with cake. A good friend told me the other day that I have discipline issues with my boys. I looked at her as my kids raced around like cowboys and asked, “ya think?”. I didn’t elaborate that it is not just discipline issues that I have trouble with. Thankfully, she is not privy to my arriving to school every morning by the skin of my teeth with smoke coming out of my ears and again at the end of the day with my hair wild and a million unfinished projects left on the back burner.
To be a good disciplinarian one has to be consistent, focused and organized. Not my finest attributes. On a good week, I peacefully go through the cookbooks for lunch and dinner menus and bring the list to the grocery store. Lunches become a cinch and Tucker and I have a wonderful time cooking meals together during the days. Unfortunately, this is not the norm for me.
I really cannot stand that I am always behind the eight ball so this week I decided to make a concentrated effort to get the meals organized and to wake up early enough to factor in my soft addiction to the internet. I heard the obnoxiously loud music go off early this morning followed by my incredibly annoyed husband pulling the alarm clock out of the wall and throwing it across the room, I guess I accidentally set it for 4:30am. Even when I try, I somehow manage to sabotage my efforts.
Some days are better than others!
Spying on Brevitt and his friends as they cruise around town on his birthday, supposedly unsupervised