"We're celebrating Claire's birthday this week at baby class," I announce to my husband. "I need to make cupcakes."
"Why don't you get them at Walmart?" George says, nonchalantly.
"WALMART! NO WAY!" I respond, emphatically. "I'm baking them myself!"
George nods his head and smirks just a bit. He knows better than to argue with me. I know what he's thinking anyway. And he knows that he's got me thinking too, even though he hasn't said a word.
My many thoughts: "Yeah, I know. Just because Marlene made those great cupcakes from Nigella's recipe and pretty much every other mother has brought some form or other of gourmet cupcakes doesn't mean that I have to. The kids are one and two, for Pete's sake. They don't know the difference. Why am I getting myself all worked up? I haven't made cupcakes in a bazillion years. George is right. I just want to look like some idealized vision of a perfect mom, and he's calling me on my B.S.!"
So here are the cupcakes...
When the other mothers at the baby class said they looked great and asked if I made them, I said, "I cannot tell a lie…WALMART!"
All the moms laughed. None of them seemed to care. Or, if they did, they kept it to themselves like the gracious ladies that they are. Probably, one or two even appreciated the preemptive move of forfeiting the cupcake race entirely. And a few even indulged in a big-box-store-brand, assembly-line-made cupcake.
Oh, and, they were a big hit with the kids, too.
When my husband and I talked about the giant cupcake score, he said "Good call getting them at Walmart, Rachel!!"
Then, he smirked again. This time, I smirked too. And said, "Thanks!"
We both knew exactly what the other one was thinking.
Do you ever have an idealized vision of a perfect mom sitting on your shoulder and nagging you?
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