Are there voices in my head? Maybe I'm just tired.

I love to bake. Cake pops in lovely designs, cupcakes,cakes and now I am delving into the adventure of homemade ice cream. So when Amelia asked if she could have a little early birthday swim party with her girlfriends, I immediately pictured cake pops. Cake pops in the shape of beach balls! Wow, how cute would that be? Then, I could crush up graham crackers so they would be sitting in the sand. Sounds great, right?
Well, lately I've been having some "issues" with things that aren't turning out the way they used to, or should. My ice cream hasn't been freezing, and the cake pops which I decided to do the night before (thank God) stuck to the cake plate so bad that when I tried to pick it up the stick came out. Forget serving this stupid non-beach ball mess to these girls. So it's 10:30 pm and I am standing in my kitchen deciding what to do. Literally, I was singing the Yo Gabba Gabba song to myself "Don't give up, never give up, keep trying" whoa Nelly, DJ Lance is not a voice you want playing in a loop in your head before you fall asleep." Wait a minute, wait a second" (please someone get these annoying voices out of my head! That one happens to be Fred)I just got that cool book from the library two days ago! The one with all the great techniques for making great cakes, the one that will make your kids love you and friends wonder just hoooow you do it. I look at the clock. 10:45! I'm tired. I start to argue with myself. Let me just start a cake from scratch. No! Go to bed! But what? A STORE BOUGHT CAKE?? Oh, the horror! "No!!" (Darth Vader here). I decide that the voices telling me to go to bed are going to win, there will be a store bought cake, and it's ok, she'll love me anyway.