Too Tired To Title 2 (filter: my eyes only)
So, Julia and I are going to my sister's tonight. I'm panicked, excited, scared, worried, anxious, and thrilled. I haven't really talked to Q in 8 years, which is weird. I always thought we'd have this awesome sister relationship as adults. Now, I couldn't even tell you my niece's favorite color.
I stayed up all night trying to bake a cake. I found this wicked easy chocolate recipe on the internet and it looked simple enough. I guess I kept getting confused on the difference between tsp and tbs (whatever those are, anyway). I couldn't find a measuring cup that tells you how many ounces of stuff your pouring out either. The end result is one tired Mama, one upset five year old and five burnt and spoiled cakes in our trash can. Oh, and the fact that we'll be showing up at my sister's empty handed tonight.
I really hope everything goes well. I've realized what I did was horrible; honestly, I think I always knew. I never had the courage to say something before. Now that I do, it might already be too late.
Don't screw up this time, Millie. Don't lose her again.
I stayed up all night trying to bake a cake. I found this wicked easy chocolate recipe on the internet and it looked simple enough. I guess I kept getting confused on the difference between tsp and tbs (whatever those are, anyway). I couldn't find a measuring cup that tells you how many ounces of stuff your pouring out either. The end result is one tired Mama, one upset five year old and five burnt and spoiled cakes in our trash can. Oh, and the fact that we'll be showing up at my sister's empty handed tonight.
I really hope everything goes well. I've realized what I did was horrible; honestly, I think I always knew. I never had the courage to say something before. Now that I do, it might already be too late.
Don't screw up this time, Millie. Don't lose her again.