Cupcake

That was the name on the bottle of Merlot I bought myself last night. I didnt know if it was going to taste heavenly or alot like horse piss, but I couldnt pass up a bottle of Merlot with a label that said Cupcake. That being said, it best to explain why the word Cupcake makes my potty tickle. I love cake. White cake, yellow cake, chocolate cake, carrot cake, spice cake, pumpkin cake, lemon cake. I LOVE cake and I LOVE CUPCAKES. There is something about a cupcake that makes me feel happy and warm and a lot like I dont have a care in the world. The entire process of eating a cupcake is divine, whether you like to lick the frosting of first, or dig in so thoroughly you end up with sticky sweetness up your nostrils. I love slowly pulling the accordian paper off and seeing if there is a fun Disney design printed on it. Also, I might as well state for the record that I can make a mean cupcake, but I much prefer eating one someone else has made... especially if that someone is a kid. Kids always remember the sprinkles, I am usually so busy that I forget.

I forget alot of things. These days, sometimes I forget to breathe. Sometimes I forget to laugh and sometimes I forget to cry. My life is so chaotic right now, that sometimes I forget to be a person. Everyday is full of exhaustin and chaos, but I can never stop. My brain is running full speed all day long. Bottles, diapers, breakfast, feedings, clothes baths, phone calls, appointments, lunch, therapies, mealtimes, baths, teeth brushing, sippy cups, movies, homework, testing, labs, tylenol, laundry, phone calls, activity, soccer, walking, dinner, dishes, bills, homework, vehicles, paper work, shopping, cleaning... plus anything else that comes up in between. Sometimes I forget to shower, to brush my teeth, to pee, to relax.

To eat a cupcake.