The Non Cake Tasting

During my late wedding planning I realized that I need a cake.  Whoops.  I also realized that I specifically said that I would agree to have this wedding if I didn’t have to do any work.  All I wanted to do was show up.  Now, here I am trying to figure out what kind of cake to get.  It’s a good thing I’m only going to do this once. th-23

After having my matron of honor make some cake calls, I decide on a place to go to taste some cake.  I mean, that can’t be bad, right?  We’re gonna get to taste cake.  For free.

But I gotta bring the kids.  No babysitter.  Still, it can’t be that bad.  Right?

So, off I went.  Got Carter and Taylor ready, which took forever.  Couldn’t find my other shoe.  Couldn’t find my keys.  Carter was doing his Carter thing jumping around all excited about leaving.   Can we go yet?

So, off we went.  For real.  I had to go and pick up Quang on the way and after listening to whiney children for about 20 minutes and sitting in some traffic for a little more, we finally arrived at the bakery.  Let the fun begin.

Upon entering, I immediately order a cookie for the kids to keep them a little busy.  Of course, Carter was doing the Pee Pee dance, so I had to take him to the bathroom.  That took a while because Carter has issues with bathrooms.  The kid takes forever to use the bathroom, especially in other places.  He eyes up the toilet, looks around the room, and tumblr_ly8gnwUAOx1ql5yr7o1_r1_400slowly walks over, still inspecting the situation.  I mean, I can’t say I blame him, but at least he gets to stand up.  After spending some time patiently convincing Carter that it was okay to use this bathroom, we return to the front where I sign in.

We wait for someone to come meet with us to get an idea of what we are looking for.  At this point I really don’t know what I want.  I try to search some images while also trying to keep Taylor from running around the store and keep Carter from jumping into something. I have learned to have patience, but at this point I’m getting annoyed.  After what felt like forever, but was really only like 5 minutes, someone came out to meet with us.  She brings out her little iPad and tells us that our receptation location is no problem and they can deliver the cake there.

Okay, awesome.

But……there’s a problem. I mean, why wouldn’t there be, right?

This particular bakery is closed for like a week and a half for the 4th of July.  Which means that they can do my cake but it’s going to be a week old for my wedding.


Well, I guess you guys are out.  Cake lady apologizes, but it doesn’t do anything to help my increasingly sour mood.  Epic Fail. What a waste of time, energy, and sanity.

Quang chimes in that I should have checked if they would be open during that time.  That of course sends me completely overboard.

“Oh, I’m sorry.  I didn’t realize I should ask people if they would be open a week after the 4th of July.  That never would have crossed my mind.  I don’t see you doing anything for this wedding,” I responded in perhaps my most annoyed voice.

giphy.gif“What do you want me to do, I’ll do it.  I’ll look up cake places,” he answered back.  This makes me laugh.  Not a laugh like “oh my god that’s so cute and funny,” but more of a “yeah right like that would ever happen” kind of way.

He tells me that my attitude sucks, which doesn’t help.  Of course my attitude sucks.  This 400x400_1446558674746-funny-wedding-planning-memes002is just another job for the wedding.  This is just another thing that isn’t going accordingly and we have a little over a month to go.

Panic sets in.

Now things are getting a little too real for me.  Not only do I have the cake to deal with, but I still need flowers.  And then I realize I need a flower girl basket and a ring pillow.  I also need a seamstress.  I tried my dress on with my shoes finally and realized……my dress is still too long! I can’t walk down the aisle without holding my dress up.  So now it’s crunch time.  So much to do, so little time.

I can’t believe I’m doing all this work!  At this point I just can’t wait for the wedding to be over.

Thank you, Ryan. Thank you.