When the birthday girl wants rainbow cake, the birthday girl gets rainbow cake.
So I guess this is a thing I do now. The make-an-impossibly-fancy-birthday-cake-for-my-child tradition started with the Mermaid Cake (after, of course, a process during which my friend Alisa taught me how to make a cake that did not turn out like this).
Then came the Spooky Ghost Cake, and the Moana Cake, and the Bloodshot Eyeball Cake...and now?
Remember the other week, when Kendrick had the kids and I was all I have no idea what to doooooo? Well, he had the kids again this weekend, and I went ahead and figured that one out.
So, because these are the big questions in life, here is what to do if you have found yourself newly separated, and do not have your kids for a bit. (I put in step-by-step format, because I consider everything here to be essential.)
From my IG:
i had plans to go camping with my girlfriend and our kids tomorrow, but she had to cancel. i was already intimidated by the idea of camping with just us and the kids (and no husbands or other man-type figures), and so i figured i should probably just skip it too. i mean, for real: i’m pretty strong, but i can’t even begin to wrap my mind around how to haul out and set up a ten million pound tent all on my own, let alone do all the other things that camping involves, like starting fires and battling rattlesnakes.
but my kids want to camp. and this summer has been shit so far, and i want to camp too.
current mood via.
In couples' counseling a couple of weeks ago, I started yelling. I went into the session determined - promising myself - that I wouldn't go there, that I'd follow the rules (use "I feel" language, try not to stick to my "personal narrative," et cetera auuuuuuugh), and that I'd be calm and clear and loving. That I'd talk less, and listen more.
And then, all of a sudden, I was in that place again: the angry place that I didn't know existed in me, but that I sure as hell know about now.
My friend Tia did this braid. You can tell, because it's good.
I have always loved entertaining. More than that, I love being a hostess: making my house look pretty, thinking up cute serving ideas, refilling drinks before glasses are empty. Telling my guests to sit down, have fun, don't you dare touch those dishes, I've got it. I know it might sound odd, but I love it; I really do. It makes me feel good to create a space where where they can feel good. And since we've moved here, summertime has basically been all-entertaining, all the time, because, you know: pool. Which is great, right?! Parties! BBQs! All the festive things!!
Except I can't right now.
