I wish I could be happy that is it Friday. Happy to have hubby home tomorrow to entertain A, but instead tomorrow we are having her birthday party. OMG, she’s gonna be 2 on Tuesday. Hubby won’t be home till early in the morning after making a trip to the city tonight, so he’ll be useless tomorrow morning, not that he would have been a great help, but some is better than none.
I had nightmares last night about this party. Seriously, nightmares, up half the night worrying. Worrying about the damn cake. I rented a Dora cake pan, but how am I suppose to make it look like Dora once I ice it? I may be in way over my head.
Tomorrow morning I maybe making a trip back to town to buy a cake.
The things we put ourselves through for our babies.