JabbaJawz
Be about it
I remember the good 'ol days of being in school and heading to bed in the evenings. Just before I'd fall asleep, I'd leap up in a fury remembering that I'd promised my Mom would bring in some cupcakes the next day. This happened at least 2 or 3x per school year...ooops! 
Tomorrow is my daughter's birthday (7). I was in the kitchen all night preparing kabobs and cake for a small family get together that we're having tomorrow to celebrate. It was about 9pm and I was nearly finished cleaning up the kitchen and getting things back in order. That little hussy comes racing into the kitchen an hour after she'd been put to bed. She was freaking out that she just HAAADDDD to take a treat to school to share w/her class. Granted, I'd thought of this briefly earlier in the day but have been so overwhelmed w/some other issues that I just let it slide and figured she hadn't asked yet, and just said eff it. Well we barter back and forth and I figure that I don't even have any cake mix...but I do! So I make the damn cupcakes (who's Mom of the year...holllllllaaaaaaaaaaa!!!) and when I open the icing it looks all odd. Damn crap expired in '04...and I only just bought it a month or so ago. I get in the car (it's 9:45) and head to my Mom's to steal some icing b/c I can't possibly use the expired icing. My luck all the kids would end up with the raging trots and there would be a permanent note in my child's file to never accept shared treats from Mrs. C again.
Anyway, in short, payback in a mutha but the cupcakes are made.
Tomorrow is my daughter's birthday (7). I was in the kitchen all night preparing kabobs and cake for a small family get together that we're having tomorrow to celebrate. It was about 9pm and I was nearly finished cleaning up the kitchen and getting things back in order. That little hussy comes racing into the kitchen an hour after she'd been put to bed. She was freaking out that she just HAAADDDD to take a treat to school to share w/her class. Granted, I'd thought of this briefly earlier in the day but have been so overwhelmed w/some other issues that I just let it slide and figured she hadn't asked yet, and just said eff it. Well we barter back and forth and I figure that I don't even have any cake mix...but I do! So I make the damn cupcakes (who's Mom of the year...holllllllaaaaaaaaaaa!!!) and when I open the icing it looks all odd. Damn crap expired in '04...and I only just bought it a month or so ago. I get in the car (it's 9:45) and head to my Mom's to steal some icing b/c I can't possibly use the expired icing. My luck all the kids would end up with the raging trots and there would be a permanent note in my child's file to never accept shared treats from Mrs. C again.
Anyway, in short, payback in a mutha but the cupcakes are made.
It's much more fun to pile on more of our self-imposed stress and guilt. 
I just realized my 'goodies to school' days are over now that my baby is in middle school this year.
