Maybe next month will be better

This past month I could have done without. I was hoping that with the change of the month I could shrug off the rottenness. It's only the 3rd and already this month is looking to be similar to the last.

Yuck.

I'm going to hide in my covers. Wake me up when it's over.

Today I decided to take the boys to a place that always makes me happy. I took them to the gardens. It was supposed to rain later in the week so I thought today, even with the cloudy sky, would be the best bet. We were only there a few minutes when it started to pour. The boys were already wet from the waterfall and creek and I didn't mind much seeing how it was hot and sticky. We played at the gardens for two hours and then I had to convince the boys to stop playing so we could go home and eat lunch.

It looked to be a good day. I even got to talk to a good friend I've been missing so all seemed well.

I came home, fed the boys, looked at houses in Colorado to buy online with my mom, did some laundry, and put the boys down for nap time. Then I decided to finish the cakes I was working on for my visiting teachees--2 of the four have birthdays this month and a third has a "baptism birthday." The cakes were not my best creations but cute, nonetheless.

The boys thought they were beautiful.

Just as I was finishing the cakes up Mike came home and blurted out, "I've got good news for me and bad news for you. We aren't moving until April." Then just like that he was gone to take the dog to the vet and I was left in the kitchen shocked, angry, and sad.

When he got home I loaded the car with my cakes and drove 20 minutes to the first lady's home. I forgot however, that our van had no A/C and the chocolate butterflies melted as the minutes ticked by. Almost to her house I noticed the road to her house was closed and I had no idea how to get to her house another way. I drove around trying to find an alternate route but had no luck and after the third dead-end gave up.

By this time all the cakes were a melted mess. I proceeded to drive another ten or fifteen minutes to another lady's house. She and her family were not home. I was not about to leave the gloopy mess of a cake on her front step so I knocked on her neighbor's door and asked him if he would deliver my cake for me, "Just tell them some crazy lady dropped it by." But my comment wasn't really needed because I already looked crazy with my melted cake, wind-blown hair, and chocolate smears all over my shirt.

The final delivery was made and I sheepishly handed off some unidentifiable butterfly cupcakes and returned home.

My attempt at serving blew-up in my face and my excitement at moving in a few months has walked out the door.

So, today was just the icing on the cake, I guess you could say.