I know, I know. It’s not entirely hip to like Valentine’s
Day. But I can’t help it. I do.
Even in high school when
everything was so very hormone and drama-filled and I didn’t have a boyfriend
and so every time the holiday came around and I didn’t have someone to give me
a bright red bear holding a heart that said ‘I love you Beary Much’ or even a
small box of chocolates, I would tell everyone how it was nothing but a
greeting-card, sappy, stupid holiday and who really wants red roses ANYWAY, but
secretly I would cry and really wish I had someone to send me those cheesy
roses because I am a ROMANTIC PERSON, DAMNIT.
And even when I did have
someone on this holiday, I was lucky enough to get the guy who thinks it’s a
ridiculous holiday and completely pointless because who needs a holiday to tell
me to tell you how much I love you, anyway?
I get it. I do.
But that doesn’t stop me from wanting a sweet, special, romantic day
because at this point date nights don’t happen as often as either of us would
like. Most of our weekends are filled
with housework catch-up and entertaining children who need constant
interaction.
And I think he finally
gets it. Or at least he’s faking it,
which I’m fine with. He and the kids got
me a really pretty necklace and we may have some kind of date out in the near
future. And I bought him a gift that I
won’t tell you about because I haven’t given it to him yet and though he never
reads this blog, this would probably be the day he would start.
Sebastian had a party
today at school and was allowed to wear a red shirt instead of his usual
blue. And we bought Valentines for all
the kids in his class, but in true Jaime form I forgot to get something for his
teachers.
I also forgot to get
something for my own kids.
(Cause I’m awesome,
obviously.)
Actually, I thought
about it but couldn’t get to the store before today after dropping Sebastian
off at school. So he got to come home to
this big, orange dinosaur he named Ceratops, naturally. Adele was much less interested in her pink
dinosaur and much more interested in the gummi bears I sat out for her to look
at and not eat and was incredibly pissed at me when I wouldn’t give her one
because Sebastian snuck her one of his and she figured out how good they
taste.
Yesterday Sebastian
glued hearts on some blank note cards and stamped them and colored on them with
markers. We put them in the mail to his
grandparents and I hope they get there today.
As much as I like this
holiday, and all holidays, I can’t seem to plan ahead and while I still do
crafty-type stuff with the kids (or at least the one who doesn’t eat the
paint), it’s all entirely too rushed for my taste.
So while my heart
cookies are sort of weird peach color instead of the pink I was going for, at
least they aren’t burnt.
Too bad Adele discovered Gummis! No wonder she was pissed!
ReplyDeleteI know! I let her have another one the next day. And then her father ate the rest of them.
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