<human>: Can you provide a brief rundown of the text in within 3 sentences?

My TIFU actually occurred today.

Today is my daughters 3rd birthday and is day two of celebrating with different sides of the family (we don't dare mix them up after last year). My wife's family gets us today, with the caveat that we squeeze in a special visit to Nana (Great Grandma). Nana doesn't like big parties and demands we visit before the other party occurs. Having been ill for the past couple days, I had not expended enough effort on decorating the cake, assuming I would have time after Nana's visit and lunch. Nana demands we stay for lunch with her. Sloppy Joes, mmm-delicious. I clench my teeth as I realize we're losing a lot of time. The visit awkwardly ends as my wife realizes our daughter still needs to nap and we shuffle out the door. As we strap ourselves into the car, I clench. A squeaker? Fine, it wasn't a huge lunch. *Gurg-spluh*. Shit. Wave to Nana, an argument on the way home about how and when to say no to fucking Nana, and now I get to finish scrubbing the upholstery in my wife's car in 95 degree heat, while washing my party clothes, and only then do I get to decorate a shit colored cake. If anyone asks why the cake isn't as detailed as my previous work, I will castrate them.
<bot>: sharted in my wifes car with no replacement party clothes, in intense heat, with a cake that still needed decorating.