So yesterday was my hubby's birthday and I must sound like a terrible wife to make him wait a day to have his birthday cake. Even worse if you know I didn't go shopping for supplies until the afternoon of (this is also when I purchased his birthday presents HAHA), and baked it at 10pm. The week leading up to his birthday was pretty crazy, even though it was a short week! I had the usual Drs appointments and therapy to juggle with getting kids to school. The kids are all still see sawing on this cold they have had for a year (really more like a month or so but seriously that's a long time!), and all of a sudden I thought I was getting the flu... Luckily not the flu, still not feeling totally normal. I like to tell Rick I'm pregnant to freak him out LOL! 6 kids wouldn't be any harder, and what if it was a girl? Then would it be okay? You should see his face drain of color. Then another freak fire in Reno and he gets activated, thus working 29 hours. Thankfully a storm finally made it's way through, and no flooding seemed to be a huge threat. But this leaves me at home sick with the monster offspring... Worst thing ever, to be sick and have to take care of someone else! Anyway he finally comes home the next day (his birthday) and I made him a yummy breakfast and put him to bed. I tried to get the months worth of dishes we somehow accumulated in 2 1/2 days but the baby wouldn't nap! Commence screaming in my head, finally get him to sleep but I did not finish the dishes (I did get the dishwasher started!). We eventually get out the door to go run all over Reno, get home around 6. Found a nice surprise, a friend brought dinner, and Rick's favorite! So I made dinner (aka heated it up), and sent the hubby to go visit a friend who was in town for the day. While he was gone I put the kids to bed, finished the dishes, and finished up some other chores. While baking a strawberry cheesecake from scratch, very time consuming! & A chocolate cake, all before he got home! Conman and I made icing and frosted the cake this AM while dad was at work, and he made the cutest decor for it (if I knew how to add pictures it would be right here!)
Anyway it looked pretty awesome, a three layer chocolate cake with a hidden cheesecake layer. After dinner tonight we cut into it, and Rick was pretty surprised! He told me I outdone myself (hh hh on the knuckles and shine em on my shoulder!). After a glass of chocolate milk he could finally speak and told me I am the best mook ever. He caught himself and said "did I just say mook? You know I meant Mom-cook" ;) I think I redeemed myself, even if I couldn't find the stinking Skylander dudes for their game.
The real word: cook
