Cupcakes make everything better

I needed a pick-me-up the other day. Nothing was really wrong or anything. I was just a bit tired, run down, used and abused. Typical for a stay-at-home-crazy-mom, right? So, I figured I owed myself some kind of a treat – a special indulgence. What better way to make everything better than with a tasty batch of cupcakes!

What’s great about cupcakes is they are mini cakes. You get your own little cake with its own bit of lovely frosting to eat all on your own – with your hands.

Super yummy.

The typical chocolate or vanilla cupcake wasn’t going to cut it. Nope, something special was needed to make me feel better. Carrot raisin cupcakes with vanilla cream cheese frosting would do.

There’s no way I’m about to take responsibility for the recipe I used for my dreamy cupcakes. The Joy of Baking provided it for me, which I tweaked a touch for my taste by omitting the nuts and cutting the recipe in half. I didn’t need THAT many cupcakes to make me feel better.

Cream cheese frosting is the simplest and yummiest frosting around. Whip room temperature cream cheese with a touch of butter, a couple drops of vanilla, and  a good heap of powdered sugar until you are satisfied with its amazing taste and texture. Cool it in the fridge until you are ready to frost.

Eating one of my cupcakes definitely made everything better – for a little while. Later, I had to eat another one just to make sure.

Look what I can do!

The other day I just couldn’t shake a bad mood. I tried eating (which usually helps), going for a walk, and watching a cheesy movie. The mood wouldn’t budge. It was a hanger-on-er.

When you are a parent, you don’t get a day off. Your child isn’t going to pat your back and tell you not to worry about it, they can entertain themselves for a couple of hours. As a stay-at-home-crazy-mom, there isn’t even a minute off. I don’t get to do anything (really, anything) without her.

So, the other day while I was feeling out of sorts, my daughter was pretty confused as to where her normal silly mom had gone. She pulled all her special tricks to get her special momma to come out and play, but I didn’t budge. I was still ornery.

It just so happened she figured it out while I was slathering another piece of bread with butter. As I came around the corner I was aware that the living room was a bit quieter than usual. You know what I mean. That quiet that means there is definitely something going on. Your heart beats a little faster, you begin to panic. Did you remember to plug all the sockets? Did the baby shove something bad into her mouth?

Nope.

My adorable babe had decided she was ready to wear a bra. And, had done a pretty good job of putting it on – all by herself.

What makes you feel better when you are having a bad day?