Dude’s, I’m co-hosting a birthday party tomorrow for Jackson and his BFF (born a week apart) and I baked a cake for 40 people! Like, with layers and shit. With jam and whipped cream frosting between the layers. I feel like a rock star. I don’t remember the last time I baked a cake at all, from scratch, let alone one with layers. I feel like I can handle anything now. Between this and giving birth with no pain medication I’m all, “I am WOMAN, hear my ROAR.” Or something. Basically, I just feel totally like a MOM now. A mom who bakes birthday cakes. What is it about baking birthday cakes that feels so … maternal?
Did I mention the 40-people part? And how 14 of those people are toddlers? And the party’s at 10 AM? Yeah, so while YOU are lying in bed like a normal person would be/ should be on a Saturday morning, I will be… well, let’s be honest, I’m gonna be downing some serious Mimosas, cause Mama’s gonna drink. (The party will be in the park, by the way. Like anyone I know in New York has room for 40 people…).
On Sunday I’m gettin’ my hairs cut (finally, after four+ months of growing it out). Annnd… that’s my weekend. Exciting, no?
What are YOU up to?