You know you have too many kids when .... (or: You know you're a terrible mother when....)

OK, I admit it. I'm a horrible parent with too many kids. A really terrific mother (like June Cleaver) would NEVER let this happen to her! Heck, not even Carol Brady would let this happen and she was kind of dorky! Sunday at church I signed up for an event this week. It was an evening event. The date was on the board. The date had been on the board for about a month. My husband and I both saw the date and both agreed that we'd go to that event. Not one single time, nope, nary a nano second did it occur to me that the date of this event, Tuesday, Sept. 25th, was also the date of my baby's ----- dadGUMMIT---- my son's birthday. Go on --- keep gasping in shock. Look up the phone number for CPS (or DHS for my Okla readers). Report me. Cuff me. Send in a replacement. I lost too many braincells in childbirth. sigh Oh, and yes, it's true that dear old dad didn't add 2 & 2, either. But that's what dads do. NOT mothers!!!
But before you come to my front door carrying pitchforks and torches --- I didn't forget his birthday, just didn't put 2 & 2 together. I knew today was his birthday and had planned for it. But didn't pay enough attention at church to know that the 25th is his birthday. Alright, enough of that. Trying to explain this total brain meltdown only makes it worse. I give up. I am the worst mother on earth. I win. Where do I go to pick up my trophy?! (and more importantly, is the award show televised? Cuz I definitely need to go shop for that!)
On a brighter note: I can buy and then decorate an awesome cake! Isn't it amazing what you can accomplish when you're filled with guilt?!