So I hit a low point this last week. And it’s something I’m not proud of. But I’m willing to write about it, because I know that realistically, many (if not all) of you have been there before. My Oliver turned 3. Naturally, I had to plan the perfect birthday party. Those who know me know this about me: I am a ridiculous perfectionist, which is sometimes good, but mostly bad. In this case, it was bad. Months ago, we decided “Toy Story” would be the theme, so I began doing my Pinterest research. My mom and I chose a particular design for a cake that we would construct together. I’m not talking simple sheet cake. Nope, this thing was the Prom King of all cakes…3 fancy layers, buttercream and fondant icing, intricate detail including lettering, 8 different colors, and cut-out graphics. Insane is, perhaps, another word for it. Well, of course, the night before the big shin-dig, Isaac, my teething 8-month old, decided to have a terrible, horrible night. I