The Death of Me...

Carson's birthday party will be the death of me. I have no doubt. I wake up in the middle of the night with ideas running through my head on what would be the best way to get the fondant on the cake. I've decided I need to buy about 28 more 2-liters because the 24 I already have will not be enough, and this cake, OH this CAKKKEEEE!!!
I am sort of a perfectionist and later I want to be remembered by my kids like I remember my mom. We always had the greatest birthday parties, got great presents, she was (and still is, that's right, I'm 25 and my mom still makes me a stocking at Christmas) the best stocking stuffer of all time, she spent hours vaccuuming the carpet because she's slightly obsessed with vaccuum cleaner marks, and every time it was her turn to bring the snacks for our ball teams after the game everyone got excited because it was no bobo brand fruit snacks and juice boxes for her- no, she rolled up a cooler full of full-size candy bars and cokes!
Back to the matter at hand, I'm writing about it hoping it won't look so bad on paper and I can calm down a little. I've been planning this party for over a month now. My 2 year olds birthday has taken a month's worth of planning... Sad. He's a huge Spongebob fan, so that's the theme we're going for. The one character I always hoped my kid wouldn't like, and he's in LOVE with that yellow square guy! So, I ordered the decorations (I'm not even going to admit how long ago I did that) and party favors from Oriental Trading. I was so excited to get that seventy dollar box of junk I assembled the goodie bags that very night. I got my Grandma's sour cream pound cake recipe and made it about 2 weeks ago. Then I decided that wouldn't be enough to feed everyone, so I made another layer, then put them both in the freezer. I bought the cups, plates, napkins, ballooons, etc. a few weeks ago also, then bought more last week because I was afraid I didn't have enough.
Now, the cake deserves a paragraph all it's own... I googled "Spongebob cakes", and you would be amazed at the things that popped up, but I found the perfect one. Absolutely flawless, and that's my model. Granted, it was probably made by a stay at home cake expert with older kids so she could give the cake full attention, but, like I said, I'm a perfectionist. So, two days ago I set to work making the fondant. Fondant, is a pain in the ass my friends. The recipe I used was for marshmallow fondant, and the lady made it sound so easy! Don't let anyone fool you. My shoulders are still sore from working it trying to make it into "a smooth, pliable ball that doesn't tear easily". At least it is marshmallow fondant and will taste good and not end up peeled off the cake and tossed. Then I would be really mad. Then, last night I thawed out the cake layers and started making the pineapple buttercream icing that you have to put on the cake first so the fondant will stick (that was news to me, thank goodness I reserched how put fondant on a cake 3 weeks ago). The recipe called for "one small can of pineapple and its juice. So that's what I used. Ya'll, I could have drank it! I ended up using more than twice as much powdered sugar than the recipe called for to make it thick enough to spread on the cake. But, I did it, by God, then cleared out a whole self on my refrigerator to fit the cake box in there. I also have to note, because I am so proud, that I am using pineapple buttercream icing because Spongebob lives in a pineapple under the sea, in case you didn't know!
So, I have plates, cups, napkins... damn, still got to get plastic forks, knew I forgot something. Anyway, I have a pinata, streamers, balloons, and even pineapple garland. I have the goodie bags ready, the candy for stuffing the pinata hid from my husband because he will eat it ALL, all the chips and ingredients for the various dips, my fantastic cousin is bringing fruit (with lots of pineapple of course), and an aunt on Bryan's side is bringing stuffed grape leaves and hummus (his family is Lebanese, and these things are out of this WORLD!). I put the hubby in charge of the gift. He can handle that responsibility, and he's a boy, so he knows what boys like.
Sounds like I'm ready, except for the cake. I keep coming back to that cake. It haunts my dreams. I will post several hundred pictures of it and all it's perfect-ness when I get done, because it will be perfect. I will probably have more pictures of the cake from the party than I do of my kid. Just kidding, he'll be the star of the show, and I know he'll love the cake as long as it bears some resemblance to Spongebob, so that's all that matters. OK, so finish the cake... Oh, and plastic forks... That doesn't sound so bad, panic mode averted... For now.