Hey gang! Last weekend Luke went fishing in Pulaski. This is a twice a year event. I know a lot of drinking and debauchery happens but I’m not certain how much fishing actually happens. I hear a lot of stories but I don't always see a lot of fish in the freezer. Regardless, it seems to fall on a kid weekend every year.
So Mason, Charlotte and I spent the weekend together running errands and chilling. I was a bit nervous because Mason has been idling at a 12 lately. And I have been loving him most when he’s sleeping. But I will never say no to Luke when he wants a weekend away because it isn’t that often.
Charlotte and I wanted to prep for Easter so we got eggs and dye and had the best intentions to include Mason. However, my dude dropped one egg into the dye from about 8 inches and dye went everywhere. Egg just bobbing in the remaining green dye.
I quickly realized this was not a mess I was ready to endure for the sake of the experience.
Thank God for grandma Nancy who came over Saturday night so I could go to a murder mystery dinner. Note: super fun experience if you have a chance to go to one, I highly recommend. I did not guess the murderer correctly but fun anyway.
Fast forward, this weekend is Easter and I got a bit ambitious and said I would make a lemon velvet cake…from scratch! What was I even thinking!? I had to run to the grocery store this morning to get some of the more random ingredients (buttermilk and cake flour because who even has those just chillin’ in their pantry or fridge?!)
Anyway, one of life‘s little pleasures aside from neurotypical children is when the sun beats on a vehicle and warms up the inside while it’s still crisp and cool on the outside.
We were in the grocery store parking enjoying this little pleasure, taking in the quiet and warmth double checking the list before heading into the grocery store. But when it was time to go into the store turns out Mason was quietly enjoying “himself”. Instead of a quick trip to the grocery store, it is a now a trip back home for a wardrobe change - god almighty. There is never a dull moment with autism.
I got the first layer of cake made - smelled great but wouldn’t come out of the pan. Christ! When I finally got it out, half was still in the pan. I can’t freaking win with this. Just picture any Instagram fail and you’ll have an accurate visual in your mind. I got smarter for the second layer and floured the pan. Martha Stewart level unlocked!!!
I turned the reins over to Luke to frost the cake (with homemade frosting because I’m fucking Snoop Dogg, Martha’s sidekick now!) and…team work makes the dream work! We have a beautiful cake to share with family and they are none the wiser about my epic fail on the bottom layer.
The lesson here, you need a team to pull off fishing weekend, Easter and unexpected boy time.
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