Day 221: What was that about????

So, I got up this morning and got right to work on the Spider-man cake. It took me a while mostly because I had to mix everything and do everything manually. As I was working at it, I realized one of the reasons real bakers are so much quicker is because they don't have to worry about coloring things, most of the times, it comes ready for them to work with or they have someone to do it for them. In the middle of doing it, I realized I was half a bag of powdered sugar short in order to make all the frosting I needed. Last night, Lyssa was nice enough to send her husband over with what she had of powdered sugar and I thought it would be enough, but it wasn't. They told me if I needed anything that they would help me out if they could and go get what I needed. It was really nice of them because they knew that I would have to load up all three of my children and stop working on the cake in order to go to the commissary. So, I text her and asked if she could grab me a bag of powdered sugar.... and a bottle of Coke (I was desperately in need of caffeine). Her husband went to the store for me and I was so grateful.

While I was working on the cake this morning, I got a phone call. My hands were covered in powdered sugar, so I didn't reach for the phone right away. First I wanted to see the number.... it was Afghanistan! I was elated. I didn't care if my phone got powdered sugar on it. I picked up the phone and did not even try to disguise the tone of relief and happiness when I said, "Hello!" His 2 minute phone call to tell me he was okay and would call me tomorrow made my day so much better.

Once I finished the cake, I delivered it with the help of Lyssa's husband. They all loved it, which made me happy. It is the only reason I make cakes like this: to make people happy. After I dropped it off, I left my kids at the party for a few minutes and headed home to shower and change. The party itself was good. Everyone loved my cake and thought it was super cool.

Spider-man cake

Inside of the buildings on the cake

Daniel had a few issues here and there during the party in the course of playing with the other 15 kids there, one of which he got sent to to corner for. Towards the end of it though, some of the other dads were outside and one had a beer bottle in his hand. Somehow, it fell and broke on the ground. Nothing major, no one was upset. Then, Daniel comes running in upset and crying. He told me that his is going to the corner and that he is in big trouble. I was confused and tried to talk to him. He said it was his fault that the bottle broke. I tried to tell him it wasn't, and that the bottle was going in the trash anyways, so it isn't a big deal. I told him no one was upset even if he did accidentally cause the bottle to slip out of the guy's hand. It didn't work, he walked off, crying. Lyssa sent her husband to try and tell Daniel it was okay, but it didn't work. He kept crying. So, I walked back over to the corner he put himself in and had him walk with me to the couch. It was crazy that he was so upset over something that was not this big of a deal, but he was. So, all I could do was sit there, tell him it was okay and that no one was upset, and hug him. After about 7 minutes he finally calmed down and then about 5 minutes after that he was able to go play again. It was just the most bizarre thing to me.

I don't know what happened with him or why he took that so hard, but I know he just needed a hug from mommy. To be honest, I think daddy would have done the trick for him today, but at least I was able to help him. Lyssa looked at me and told me that maybe he just needs a cry. I agreed because it has happened a few times where just the smallest most insignificant thing causes an issue like this. I don't like to blame everything on deployment (mostly) but I will say that I think this issue today was deployment related. I think this is him trying to deal with his feelings on this deployment. Hopefully, it can get better for him, and for all of us. Good thing is that we are closer to reunion than we are to when he left. That means we are on the downhill slide to homecoming!