For the record:
Today I’m procrastinating.
I’m sitting here reading blogs, commenting on blogs, writing blog posts…
I should be baking cookies.
This is what’s going on now: ( 🙄 )
My daughter and I set aside Sunday afternoon to bake her dad’s birthday cake.
She had this huge vision of a moose-head-shaped cake (chocolate cake) with cookie antlers (chocolate cookies) and….
It didn’t happen. The ribs I had planned on putting in the Crock-Pot so they can cook while we were up in Timbuktu for hockey ended up in the oven. My partner has a recipe he likes that requires slow roasting over a pan of water with continuous basting with apple juice every 30 minutes. He insisted. I didn’t wanna argue. Or explain. My daughter wanted to surprise him with the cake…
So the ribs went into the oven. We were away at hockey for 4+ hours during which time no basting occurred. Kind of defeats the purpose, but whatever…
Then, when we got home, he wanted to roast potatoes. In the oven.
See where I’m going with this? I couldn’t really argue since that morning I cried about all the woe is me, I do everything, no one helps out, bla bla blah so now he’s offering to make dinner, and I didn’t have the heart to get into a whole thing about cakes and 10 year olds.
Long story short, my daughter composed the cookie dough which is now in the fridge waiting to be baked. I have to hand carve the dough into moose antlers, she instructed me.
I don’t wanna. (aka procrastinating)
With regards to the cake, she was all sad that her opportunity didn’t happen after hockey.
“You have time after school on Monday,” I said. “Practice isn’t till 7 and the rink is 5 minutes away.”
On Monday afternoon she came home with a friend and they made slime for three hours. 🙃
I anticipated this (because I’m no amateur mom and kids are fickle even under the best of times), so I had the two cakes baked during the day. I was hoping she would make the icing and assemble the cake into a moose after school.
Didn’t happen because: slime.
After the friend left she said she’ll do it today.
Today is his actual birthday, and…
“You have gymnastics at 4:30 till 6,” I reminded her.
Which is why I’m sitting here now after decorating the living room (another thing she wanted to handle), blowing up balloons, and hoping the cookie dough will magically bake itself.
Maybe I better get my ass off this couch.
Ok fine. I’ll hit publish and turn off all electronics until after the antlers are baked.