We threw a birthday party* for my daughter and 5 days before it, I emailed my husband a youtube video of a castle cake with the subject: I WANT TO MAKE THIS CAKE FOR N
Scott never responded to my awesome cake idea and how-to video so at dinner I casually ask: Did you get the youtube video?
Scott: Of the cake?
Me: Yes, I really think I can make it for N.
Scott: I really think you should buy a cake.
Me: We can do it as our Saturday night date!
Scott: Things are stressful as it is without trying to bake a cake the night before the party.
Me: I knew you would say that, but what you don’t understand is I REALLY WANT TO MAKE N’S CAKE AND I REALLY NEED YOU TO BE ON BOARD WITH ME MAKING IT.
I begin to nod and smile like I just ingested a small animal as a snack.
Scott begins to nod and sighs: Okay, you’re making N’s cake.
I write-up the ingredients list and our timeline for Saturday. Scott mostly ignores me.
I begin puking and pooping my brains out. Scott wishes he could ignore me.
Saturday Morning (24 hours before the party)
I leave the bathroom for the first time, but I cannot do any task for more than 15 minutes without needing to lay down. And by “task,” I mean “getting a glass of water” and “picking up 3 legos” because that takes me 15 minutes to accomplish.
Scott looks at me laying on the couch in 2 different socks, a backwards shirt and sweatpants and says: We can’t give our guests a stomach virus as a party favor.
Me: I know.
Scott: So I’m making the cake I didn’t want to make.
Me: I’ll cheer for you!
If cheering means sleeping, I totally did that. And four hours after I go to bed, Scott finishes the cake.
Sunday (PARTY DAY)
We unveil this:
Scott made a great cake although it pains me almost as much as the stomach virus did to give him all the credit. Maybe not as much as it pained him to have to make the birthday cake all by himself.
*The birthday party was quite small because my daughter is quite small and introverted so try to only be offended for a little bit that you weren’t invited.