I think I'm a pretty decent mom.
My kids don't want for much. I'm around all the time. They get awesome birthday parties and they have a pretty fair amount of freedom for their ages and they have nice clothes and lots of toys and they're involved in lots of activities and our house is always clean and welcoming to their friends at any time.
Also, I bake. Because moms are supposed to bake.
And I will tell you, I am a damn good baker.
My friend C loves my banana bread. One time we were at their house and she was in their baby's room feeding him and I was digging through their freezer looking for something (probably ice or maybe a frozen snack, I don't really know, I make myself at home at my friends' houses) and I noticed some frozen bananas and I said to her husband S, "hey, want me to take these and make some banana bread for you?" And he's like, no, that's OK. And then C yelled from the baby's room down the hall, "WHEN JAMIE OFFERS TO MAKE US BANANA BREAD, YOU SAY YES!!!!!!!!!!!"
I make these white chocolate chip oatmeal cookies that are so good they would make you cry.
I bake muffins, scones, brownies (not those kind, don't be weird), all kinds of cookies, tarts, pies...
But I cannot, to save my life, bake a decent cake.
Most of the "good mom" boxes are ticked. But my kids totally lost the mom lottery when it comes to cake.
This one time, I decided to try to bake a red velvet cake from scratch, complete with cream cheese frosting. It took me forEVER. And it was the single most disgusting thing I have ever put in my mouth. I tried to pawn it off on my parents because my dad will eat anything, but his exact words were, "This must be what evil tastes like." I have no idea what the hell happened, but that cake was absolutely awful. And the frosting (sugar and cream cheese, not sure how you screw that up, but I sure did a good job of it) left an aftertaste that I swear I still taste every time I see a red velvet cake.
On AJ's second birthday, the cake I made (from a box) refused to come out of the pan in one piece. It kind of fell out in chunks and I scraped the rest out with a spatula. So, I put it all on a plate and covered the whole entire mess in (canned pre-made Betty Crocker) frosting and dumped a box of Smarties on it. He was only 2, but I swear to God he looked at that cake and then at me and thought, "you crazy woman, I might only be 2 and you might think you've pulled a fast one on me by distracting me with all of those Smarties, but if you think I'm actually going to eat that shit you are out of your ever lovin' mind."
Even the cake mixes from the store hate me. They fall flat in the oven and then they laugh in my face.
It's very sad.
Anyway, Mackenzie has been dying to try to make cake pops. She knows I suck at cakes, so really it was kind of insensitive of her to even make such a request, but I found a kit at Costco and it was like $3.97 (in retrospect, I should've known from the price alone that this was a terrible idea) so I bought it and after school today, we attempted to make cake pops.
And guess what?
They didn't work.
I have no idea what I did wrong. I followed the directions. But the stupid balls of cake were just sliding down the stupid sticks and they wouldn't stay and my hands were disgusting and sticky and covered in this slimy sticky cake/frosting concoction as I tried to roll them into balls and then the sticks would get all dirty because HOW are you supposed to use BOTH hands to roll the stupid cake balls AND use the same hands to put the cake balls on the stick WITHOUT getting the stick all gross and dirty?!? HOW, I ASK YOU?!?
And the kids were watching me in amazement, and Mackenzie's like this is SO not what they look like in the commercial, you know, Mom, this is not going well...
And I'm like SHUT UP, I CAN DO THIS!!
And AJ's like, Mom, it kind of looks like poop on a stick...
And I'm like YOU ARE GOING TO EAT THESE DAMN CAKE POPS!!!
Then they're like, well Mom, the cake balls are sliding down the stick...and when we try to pick them up and dip them in the melted chocolate, it gets too heavy and the cake falls off the sticks completely...
And I'm like OH MY GOD, I NEED A GLASS OF WINE!!!
And then we rolled the whole thing into a giant pile of sticky cake pop mess and picked off pieces of it and dipped it in chocolate and sprinkles and ate it with our hands.
It was disgusting.
And the worst part?
I BOUGHT TWO OF THOSE DAMN KITS!!!!