As I’m such a horrible mother and my son is in Germany on his birthday, and I am so very, very busy (and important!) I figured what with him not being around I don’t need to make his birthday cake.
There are a few flaws with this scenario.
I like cake.
Also, I like making cakes.
Also, I like cake.
Birthday’s are also extremely important and special to me and I love to be around those I love on their birthdays.
Also, I do a bit of a weird stalkery thing, where the night before my kids’ birthdays, I sneak in and take a photo whilst they are sleeping. The last moment they are that age. Or, at least, the last moment they are that age before I go to bed.
It was a little weird him not being around, and the not having added Make A Cake on my Massively Huge List.
Only Massively Huge because I’ve got a lot on right now. And, yes, I chose them all and choose to continue to do them.
Mostly, though, I didn’t feel like cake today.
And if I don’t feel like cake, and the person whose birthday it is isn’t here, then, well, no one eats cake.
I think that’s fair. Don’t you.
(Except that now, with all this talk about cake, I want cake!)