Fail.

Two fails, two days. Well, at least I am averaging 100%. So yesterday was my husbands birthday. My awesome, handsome, loving, forgiving husband's birthday. Yeah. I was convinced it was today. I DID however figure it out at 3:30pm yesterday that I was completely wrong. Thankfully I already had his present (non-fail) but I hadn't baked him a cake (fail). So, after I picked up LaLa from school I hauled my massive failing bootay to the commissary and picked up a cake, some icing, and candles. Total fail averted.

This morning, KiKi was pitching a fit because she didn't want to go to school. I made her go anyway; crying, kicking and screaming. Mommy fail. I asked how she did when I picked her up this afternoon. She had quit crying as soon as I left her classroom. Ya know, after making me feel like a complete failure as a parent. Parenting fail redeemed.