Although I’m a bit late, I just HAD to do this week’s prompt for Saturday Centus (He never dreamed when he blew out the candles on his cake… ) because it was a big birthday week at our house. The Little One’s birthday was Friday, and my birthday was Sunday. (He was 6 and I was … um… older.)
Saturday Centus asks you to write a story (up to 100 words) based on the prompt provided. The only real rule is that you cannot split up the prompt … it must be left intact. However, you don’t have to count the prompt words in your 100 words. Your story can be fact or fiction. After you post, you should link up over at Jenny Matlock’s wonderfully creative blog off on my tangent.
I’m ashamed to say that the following story is not fiction. I really am that selfish and gluttonous.
Mommy’s Secret Cake
He never dreamed when he blew out the candles on his cake that his was not the only birthday cake in the house. Sure, his cake was the fanciest and most colorful. But deep inside the freezer, another cake waited.
This cake was made of chocolate ice cream and filled with chocolate crunchy things that could cause grown women (like his mother) to experience something akin to sexual bliss.
It was a cake that would only be eaten by one person.
A person who would consume the cake alone … in the depths of the night when everyone else lay sleeping.
This was not a cake to be shared with anyone.
And if you’re interested, here is a brief rundown on the Little One’s birthday party and my birthday loot.
- 10:30 am – I finish decorating the deck with my homemade jellyfish (we had a Spongebob theme) and settle down to wait for the party guests. I’m confident I’ve planned enough activities to keep six kids busy for 2.5 hours. However, I’m alarmed by the temperature, which is in the upper 80s. I vow that no matter how hot the kids get, they will NOT be allowed in the house.
- 11:00 am – The first guests arrive. It takes all my power to keep them on the deck so they don’t find the stuff I’ve hidden for a treasure hunt.
- 11: 15 am – The natives are restless and tired of coloring Spongebob pictures. I break out the Giraffalff limbo and things get back on track.
- 11:30 am – Treasure hunt!
- 11:45 am – We begin playing a series of relay races … the boys against the girls. The girls crush the boys on every single game—regardless of how much I attempt to help the boys out.
- 12:30 pm – The Birthday Boy begins to cry because his team isn’t winning any games and says “I thought this party was going to be fun.” I die a little inside.
- 12:35 pm – Saved by the arrival of the pizza.
- 1:00 pm – Make your ice cream sundaes is a big hit. The kids come back for seconds and thirds. I see one girl with a bowl filled only with whipped cream. Hope she’s not lactose intolerant!
- 1:30 pm – We unveil the Spongebob cake. The Little One’s best friend makes a grab for the toys on top but we stop him in time.
- 2:00 pm – The party is supposed to be over but no one is going home. I guess that is the problem with inviting kids who live right next door.
- 2:15 pm – I’m crabby, sweaty and exhausted. Mr. Jenners informs me that for a birthday surprise, he is whisking me away to a night in a hotel while the aunts babysit the Little One. Alleluia!
- 2:30 pm – Mr. Jenners and I hug the Little One goodbye and make our escape—but not before the Little One gives me a Barnes & Noble gift certificate. Score!
- 3:30 pm – We check into the hotel. Blessed blessed peace.
- 3:45 pm – Unable to wait, Mr. Jenners gives me my birthday presents.
- 4:15 pm – At Barnes & Noble, I use my gift certificate to buy these two books.
- 5:30 pm – Dinner at Red Lobster, where I shamelessly eat six Cheddar Bay Biscuits all by myself.
- 7:30 pm – We return to the hotel and decide to watch Iron Man 2 on pay-per-view.
- 7:35 pm – The pay-per-view system is not working. The front desk says they will call when it is fixed.
- 8:15 pm – The front desk calls, but I’ve gotten comfy and fallen asleep. Mr. Jenners is stuck.
- 11:00 pm – We wake to fire alarms and have to evacuate the hotel due to an equipment malfunction. I take the time to save my Kindle with its cool new cover but leave my purse behind.
- 8:30 am – I wake up after (almost) 12 hours of sleep ready to … drive home and go to the Little One’s soccer game. I view the 12 hours of sleep as the greatest birthday present EVER!