The best worst weekend ever

Yesterday we went to take family portraits.  I had to stay up late late on Friday (after work) to make the girls some dresses for the pictures, so I was really tired on Saturday morning.  When we got to the picture place it took awhile, and then it took awhile before the proof sheet was ready, so we did some shopping for the party today.

The kids started to lose their shit after awhile, since they’d gone to sleep late on Friday, and woken up early Saturday.  Truth?  Bryan and I were doing our best to hold our shit together, too.  The kids hung out in the car with Bryan while my mom and I looked over the pictures, so we could finally, finally leave.  We were ITCHING to get out of there. Looking at the pictures and deciding what to get?  Took over an hour.  I almost cried.

By the time we were done it had been hours and hours since we had gotten up — we were all exhausted and hungry.  We grabbed a quick bite, dropped my mom off, and headed home.  I took a nap for a solid 3 hours.  It was not nearly enough, but at least I had some energy to get more stuff done.

So I got up, and started cooking.  I made 36 deviled eggs, about 12 pounds of German potato salad, a pineapple upside down cake, and a hummingbird cake.  I was up until 4am.  I know, right?

A side note about the hummingbird cake — I had never heard of it, but my mom ordered it for dessert at the restaurant on her birthday.  The next day one of my magazines came, with a recipe for the cake.  I’m insane, so I offered to make her one for the party.  It has three layers.  I only had two pans.  It took awhile.  I’m a good daughter, and one crazy mo-fo.

I’m still not done with everything, though.  I have one last minute dish to throw together this morning, to be cooked at my dad’s (green bean casserole).  I’m debating taking a shower before heading over — god and everybody is supposed to be there and I want to look nice — but I’m thinking I can probably skip it.  I’m just too tired, and I don’t care if I head over there smelling like onions.  They’d better smile, like it, and eat my damn cake.