sublime to the ridiculous

Some days with Eve make me think of that song about four seasons in one day. It's a rollercoaster ride, that's for sure. Today was mainly enjoyable and she particularly enjoyed helping me bake the Christmas cake. Normally that task is completed after Mum's birthday (the 12th) but I'd hate to get a cake in the oven only to go into labour. Mum and I had joked earlier in the year that I would be bound to find myself in labour the moment I put the cake in the oven had I stuck to my usual schedule. Somehow Christmas cake baking feels bound up with Mum as I generally make it with her in mind (even though she only ever ate the tiniest slices).