I wanted to write a really awesome post today (I actually had a real topic an everything!), but I am having a very bad Mommy day.
For those of you who don’t have kids, I’ll explain. I am not a monster. I love my kids more than just about any mother ever has. But there are some days where they will just not shut the f*** up and I want to sell them to the circus.
It started with them earlier this evening deciding that they were both Pokemon. As Pokemon are wont to do, they smacked the crap out of each other for an hour straight. In case you don’t know this fun fact: Pokemon can’t speak English- the only word they can only say their name. So this has been just about every conversation today:
Me: Kids, what do you want for dinner?
Atticus (age 5): Sandshrew! Sandshrew sandshrew sandshrew. Sandshrew sandshrew.
Toby (3 1/2): Pika pika! PikaCHUUUUUUU!!!!
Atticus: Sandshrew sandshrew sandshrew. Sandshrew sandshrew!
Me: Um, does that mean tacos?
Note that this is particularly adorable in the cartoons because this is what Sandshrew looks like. Atticus is pretty cute himself, but not cute enough to pull off saying the word “Sandshrew” about 2,500 times in an hour.
Then he passed out. Two glorious hours without that word! However, during that time Toby decided to talk pretty much nonstop about I don’t know what because after about 30 seconds everything he said sounded like the whirling of a drill bit boring itself straight into the center of my brain and I stopped listening.
I don’t even get to count the silencing nap as a win, because it’s now 1am and Atticus is awake, asking when I’m getting off the computer so he can look up “Snuffle” on Bulbapedia, which is, you guessed it, the #1 source for Pokemon information on the internet. They are both in my bed, meaning that I will be spending the night sleeping on the couch.
Why don’t I just move him out of my bed, you ask? Because my children know how to get up in the middle of the night, and in a deep sleep navigate flawlessly from their beds to mine. Mind you, they have set up a virtual minefield of Legos and assorted pointy plastic objects that Matt and I painfully step on every morning, which I swear is more effective in waking one up than coffee. Back to the point, the children will step OVER the Legos, OVER the Angry Birds figures and plastic dinosaurs, find our bed in the dark, climb into it and sleep on top of me like a mattress. Because that’s obviously in the job description: cook, maid, chauffeur, teacher, confidante, mattress.
So no, childless people, just because I am hiding from my children does not make me a monster. Though I will more than likely look like one when I wake up tomorrow.
Back on Wednesday with actual news about the business, baked goods, and whatever else you’d like me to talk about. You’re always welcome to friend us on Facebook and give me suggestions for blog posts. Because it’s hard summoning the magic when it’s 1am and you’re trying to make yourself virtually invisible with a Captain America blanket.
Clockwise from front: Turtle, Pecan French Toast, Butterbeer, Banana Cream Pie
Turtle: Chocolate cake, salted caramel buttercream, roasted pecans, ganache & caramel drizzles
Pecan French Toast: Maple custard soaked cinnamon cake, maple cinnamon buttercream, maple glazed pecans
Butterbeer: Butterscotch soaked cake, butterscotch buttercream, edible gold dust
Banana Cream Pie: Banana cake, vanilla custard, custard buttercream, banana chips, graham cracker crumbs
Robicelli’s at DeKalb Market is closed on Mondays, open Tuesday at noon. Find these flavors today at select Robicelli’s retail partners.