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6:15pm: I'm leaving yoga, and then the idea of the century hits me - I should make cupcakes for the kids class tomorrow for Valentine's day!!!!!!!!

Ok so if you are reading this, and you don't know me...I am not really a "baker" per say, as in I don't bake. Ever. Baking makes me anxious - I don't do that shit. Also, I don't really give two craps about Valentine's day (but I won't get into that right now). Where this idea came from, at this point in time, I was not entirely sure?

So cupcakes. Ya. I drive out to Danny's mom's and pick up the kids and before I could really think things through, like the hero I was attempting to be, I yell "We're going to make cupcakes!"
I hear a voice in my head say "Uh what? We are going to do what?" There's no turning back now...I'm hooped. My kids faces turn from confused to over-fricken-joyed in 2 milliseconds.

The adventure commences. We drive to the store. While we are there we run into Uncle Darryl (good friend of ours) and as we are grocery-store-bantering my kids are doing laps of the baking aisle. I look at Darryl and ask what a person would get if say, they wanted to bring cupcakes to school? He picks up some tinfoil cupcake holdy thingies with some cupcake paper whatchamacallits and hands it to me. I fist pump and throw them in the cart. We are all set, let's do the damn thing.
After a lot of "stop that/put that down/get over here" we get our $18 dollar cupcake assembly kit. (Oh man do those exist? That would be awesome).

7:30 We arrive home. We search high and low for the valentine's we bought the week before to take to the other classmates. We finally find them and I set the kids up with markers and the class list and head into the kitchen to get prepped for "baking". Have I mentioned they are 5?
Now if by baking, you mean throwing my good friend Betty Crocker's pre-mixed concoction of (every sugar sensitive kids nightmare) ingredients into a bowl - you would be correct! Meanwhile back at the ranch, Lilly is helping taking over Oliver's job of putting the heart stickers on and a screaming match ensues. Time out gets laid down and Lilly goes to her room to hyperventilate.
Back to the baking...
I ask Danny how high to fill the cups. I ask Danny what I do with the empty muffin slots, poor water in? I am sure I heard that somewhere once? Or was it oil? I start to panic. I calm down. I get my shit together and get them in the oven. They rise. I check them with a chopstick because I don't have toothpicks.

8:30 As I am mixing the red dye (oh man don't tell my naturopath!) into enough icing to throw a kid into a diabetic coma (I am the teachers worst nightmare right now!) I realize that because of my not-good-at-parties-or-baking-or-crafty-things-mom complex that I am attempting to overcome and impress my kids with this new zest for homemaking skills. Did I mention I am on a candida cleanse whilst this is all happening?!?! Ugh.

That's when I heard the saboteur "I am just not that mom. I don't enjoy it"...maybe because I have labeled myself "bad" at it. I get stressed because I feel like I should be better at it and pressure myself. I go to other parties, and see other moms with home baked goods and I cower in the corner with a metaphorical dunce cap on. I feel like a loser.

So I take a step back and I start laughing! Here I am making shitty ass out of the box cupcakes
(with red dye no less) for a bunch of 5 year olds because I don't feel good enough! Whoa Grace, whoa. Check yourself. It doesn't help that Danny's mom and my own mother are like the worlds greatest freakin' bakers and own that shit hard. I compare myself to them all the time, wishing I had paid more attention while my mom made her own bread/pasta/pickles/dresses/shoes/paintings/everything.
Well fuck you bad-mom-complex you can take a mo'fucking hike. Ain't nobody got time for that! I'm a good mom, and I do other kick ass mom things.

Just then my darling son walks into the kitchen in his jammies looking as sweet and cute as a button (why are buttons cute?) and with a twinkle in his eye he says "Thanks Mom, for making cupcakes for my class, I really love you."
And yeah, that right there, made the whole escapade worth it. The cupcakes are going to school, sorry Madame Teacher, it's happening!

I got to grow a little and see that stepping outside my comfort zone wasn't so bad, as long as I am not doing because I am harshly judging myself, or trying to prove to the imaginary audience in my life that I am good enough - that doesn't feel good. Maybe baking can be fun when I do it my own way, and maybe it's just not my thing - I dunno, I will investigate but what is MOST important here is regardless of all that is...I AM GOOD ENOUGH.

9:30pm (This is now cutting into my before bed alone all by myself time) and Danny walks into the kitchen as I am putting the cupcakes into a veggie tray because the trays I bought didn't actually have lids.  The one cupcake I have left that the kids promised Omi (Danny's mom) is this tiny little cupcake that I didn't put enough dough-mixture-stuff (?) into and I hold it up and say "well I think I outdid myself, your mom is going to be impressed!" Danny looks at me sideways as if to say "Guess again" and I burst out laughing.
He grabs me and says "You know what would make this Valentine's day perfect?" and I look into his eyes and he says the thing every woman longs to hear...
"A b.j."


HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY LOVERS!

With love and gratitude,

Grace Karyn
Hearts and stuff!


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