I can only assume that the Sunday before was spent sifting and baking and each organic cupcake lovingly hand iced with appropriate garnishes. Not lying on the couch in their undies complaining about the heat and avoiding a bit of sex nagging.

Other type of cupcake holders you may find in our playground include;

( I think this chick may have been better off washing her hair and burning that top rather than baking fricking cupcakes, don't you think? )

My hat totally comes off to those cashed up working mums who simply have a box delivered to the school from some fancy schmancy assed bakery. Smart.

So this morning, Harry inquired as to the whereabouts of his cupcakes. He needed 22 by recess. I had a total panic on the inside and insisted the cupcakes shall come forth at the right time. Not to worry. I was onto it.

I spent some time travelling to bakeries, but they either did not have enough or they cost $4.50 each and I was would rather spend that $99 on a case of wine to help Harry celebrate his birthday this evening.

$4.50!!!. I may be liable for slander, so I will not reveal the rip off establishment's name. Let's just say it rhymes with Patterson's Patisserie.

So as the time drew closer to 11am, I drove to the school, whacked a red lobster on the canteen counter and announced that Harry's class could all be treated to a Chocolate Paddle Pop.

Cupcakes.

Remember when cupcakes meant farting into your hand and waving it into the kids face who was sitting next to you on the school bus?

So please indulge me with a tale from your own slacker mum experience so I can can be safe in the knowledge that I am not the only one out there.