Cake Disaster #1

So I heard about my first cake disaster today.  I made a "Flowers & Butterflies" cake for a four-year-old's birthday party.  Here is a picture of the cake.  Anyways, I met the dad and brother and they took the cake.  I emailed the mom today to see how she liked it.  When she got back with me, she told me that her husband and son were almost in an accident on the way home.  The cake fell to the floor of the car!  Mom re-iced the cake and they served it at the party.  I almost want to ask for a picture of it, but hate to!  I feel bad, but also realize there is nothing I could do.  She did say it tasted good, that's something, right?

UGH!

I swear, my kids know just how to sabotage a good weekend.  All I wanted was to go out to dinner tonight and then pick out a pumpkin at the church down the road.  All I asked of the kids was to clean their rooms before we went.  Emily has been in their all weekend and still doesn't have one side clean.  I spent six hours in my room yesterday deep cleaning and today Brendan is in there watching TV, sitting on my bed, messing up the comforter.  
We have had one "fun" weekend that I can remember.  Thing is, I don't think they  had to clean their rooms that weekend.  I just get so down that they don't have any respect for me.  They just don't care.  How did I raise these kids who don't care about anyone except themselves?

So I read the summary of my blog and had to laugh.  I am sitting in the chair, eating pretzels, drinking wine, texting with a guy I "met" online over 6 weeks ago and have yet to meet in person.  What does that have to do with not being depressed, losing weight, and dating?  Nothing!  No wonder I don't make any progress!  I know that I am the only one stopping me succeed, I just need to figure out why I am stopping me!