you know it's a bad day when...

your three year old wants to show Daddy the cake for his brother's first birthday. But you are not really paying attention to exactly what he was doing (you are trying to get dinner ready and everything else ready for the birthday party for the next day), you hear, "Daddy, Daddy, look what we got," and you know he is in the dining room. You don't think much of it... until you hear "thump." Silence... crying from your three year old... you don't want that sound to be what you think that sound is... and you ever so slowly walk into the dining room... to only confirm that sound it what you thought it was. Your son's first birthday cake is frosting side down, smooshed on the floor. Your three year old, "I didn't do it on purpose, it was only an accident," with sad puppy dog eyes. Your husband consoles him, while you have to turn away, you know it was an accident (he really did think he could carry that cake over to the kitchen to show Daddy), but you are still steaming mad! Of course it just puts the icing on the cake to the "wonderful" day you have all day...

...thank goodness, the local grocery store was able to make another cake and have it ready by 8:00 the next morning.