Today was a failure

Well, kind of.

It all started when I had crazy nightmares about executions going wrong and getting attacked by prisoners.  No idea where that came from!  Then Ryder and I set out to run some errands which didn't go horribly wrong, but I still felt bad spending money especially since I haven't in a week.  I did get useful things that I actually needed though.  I bought a rotary cutter and a cutting board with grid lines for sewing so that I could actually have a straight seam.  Let me tell you, it makes all the difference.

Anyways, back to my failures:  I  had the bright idea that I would show off my baking skills and take some loaves of chocolate banana whole wheat bread to dinner tonight at Evan's brother's house for his mom's birthday celebration.  I had the bright idea that Ryder and I could make it together and we would just triple the recipe and make three batches to have enough bread.  We got all the way to the part where you add bananas and I discovered that we were out of bananas.  After a good number of fake cuss words sprang from my mouth (words like doo doo, labradoodle, and biscuit wad) I decided to make lemonade out of the situation.  "No problem!" I think to myself, "I'll just make it without the bananas and add some applesauce or something.  It'll be fine!"   Yeah right... it was a disaster.  The first loaf looked OK, but soon deflated in the middle after cooling.  The second loaf was too big and heavy as a brick and about as hard as one on the outside.  The third one, well, let's just not talk about the third one OK?  I was so upset.  I sprinkled some confectioner's sugar on top thinking maybe that would help, but then decided that I probably shouldn't let these puppies out of our house for fear that Evan's family would think that was how my baking skills are all the time.  To tell the truth I was also a little scared of making everyone eat it and the possible illnesses associated afterwards.

So I gave up on the bread and decided to move on to sewing so that I would at least do something productive today.  I decided to make four little tote bags out of some fabric my mom had given me.  The idea was to give them to Evan's mom for her birthday, one for each grandkid, so that she could label the bags and put each child's belongings in it for at her house to keep things separate and cute.  In theory, it was a great idea.  In practice, probably not the best project to start on a day where I only have a limited amount of time to finish it and the fact that I have never made a tote bag before so I have to learn as I go.  After three hours I  had four finished bags without handles.  When I started to make the handles I was rushing and they were taking forever and I started getting a migraine and ... you can see where this is going.  By the end of it all, I had nothing to take to the party but my not so cheery self, a tired and cranky 2 year old, and a massive headache.  Thank God Evan's family is so awesome, because otherwise this day would have completely sucked.

Now that I'm home, I still have that headache, but I had a great time at the party, Ryder had a blast, we got some great news, and I'm exhausted, but feeling a little better about things.  By tomorrow I'll be able to laugh at myself.