I'm officially really old

I guess if you want to get technical about it...I've officially been old for quite some time but today really sent the message home. My *baby* turned 18 today. Yeah, my Kristopher is all grown up.
See that lovely cake? That's BEFORE we cut into it. Not really sure what happened there...the bottom layer sorta went south and the rest of the cake went west. Very sad looking cake. And what's with the cheese-ball piece of acetate "Happy Birthday Kris"??? They can't write on cakes anymore? I think I need to find another bakery. I paid a small fortune for this cake only to have it look like crap by the time I got it home. Oh yes, I have driven with many a birthday cake in my time so I do indeed know how and where to properly place a cake for the ride home. So, being the mom that I am I knew I couldn't serve THAT cake to my baby boy...so I made him a huge pan of brownies. He thought the cake was funny and while it still tasted amazing, I felt like "slacker mom" for not trying to re-decorate the damn thing before I gave it to him. I'm sure he won't lose any sleep over it, nor will he spend extra time in a therapists office because of it.
So my last baby has turned 18 and it seems so 'wrong'. I should only be 32 years old with small children following me around. Not the age I am with wiener dogs following me around instead. Such is life. Kris is graduating from high school in a few months so I'm sure I'll be melancholy then too. Somebody pass the Prozac....STAT!!!