We are huge Dr. Who fans in our house, so I wasn't surprised when Lillian asked for a Tardis cake for her birthday. I reasearched, and planned and pretty much felt I had this in the bag. How hard could it be to decorate a Tardis cake. It's not like I haven't made cakes before. In fact I have always baked and decorated my girls birthday cakes.
I don't know really know what went wrong, but the cake turned out awful. I mean embarassingly awful. So bad I was in tears awful. It looks like a 10yr old decorated this cake. Nothing was going right. I had not one but two decoarating bags explode on me while trying to pipe the windows. Just a mess is what it was. Lilli happens to be home sick from school today and came into the kitchen to see what all the hubbub was about. I was covered in blue frosting, with giant pools of it solidifying on the counter and floor, near tears. She looked at the cake was quiet for a second then started laughing like crazy. "it's soooo cute! I love it" she squealed between laughs and coughs. Bless her heart because I felt like the biggest failure for not making this cake perfect, but she didn't care one bit.
I hate doing this to myself. I want to stop believe me. I want to not compare myself to other moms who seem to always have it together. I want to, I just don't know how to turn it off. Any thoughts?
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