The Icing on the Cake

Ha ha ha ha. I can laugh about it now, because my husband is home, safe and sound, and I am able to look back at the week alone with my three children and smile. At the time, I wanted to cry. There are many stories to be told about the week, but I think it's safe to say that everything climaxed on one beautiful Sabbath morning.

It was was son's 4th birthday actually, and I was so proud of myself for being on top of the game. I had previously baked the cake and frozen it, (so it would frost better), I had made the frosting the night before and I had cleaned up the entire kitchen so that all I had to do Sunday was ever so elegantly decorate my son's cake all the while smiling like Betty Crocker.

I was doing just that, and allowing my children to help, as all good mother's do. My son was stirring the frosting and within seconds, the entire bowl whipped off the counter, shattering on the floor. Shattering, mind you! I've NEVER seen such a mess of glass. Not only that, but....now picture this with me folks.....each shattered piece of glass had gooey red red red frosting on it, so now I had shards of glass literally stuck to my kitchen floor and walls. ha ha! (Like I said, I laugh now.)

It literally took my a good 5 minutes to even figure out how to begin cleaning up the darn mess. I mean, I couldn't sweep it, I couldn't mop it, I couldn't vacuum it, and even with my hands...it was impossible because the pieces were so small and burried in frosting. I finally put on my dishwashing gloves (which every woman should own a pair!) and prayed that I would be able to pick things up without ending up with several cuts.

Forty five minutes later....yes, forty five minutes, People....I looked at kitchen and laughed. We began a new batch of frosting and finished the cake.

This is just one of the many things that happened while my husband was away where I just wanted to yell, "Kyle! Help!" I truly missed my husband and have a greater appreciation for all he does around the house for me and the kids. Daddies are missed when they are away. That's for sure. My husband is amazing! I am the luckiest woman in the world to have a man who loves to be a Dad.

And...the cake was delicious.