Does any other holiday have so many negative feelings associated with it? Maybe Christmas, but usually one can find something to celebrate during the season. It isn’t like Hollywood makes movies with “I Hate Thanksgiving” emblazoned on a turkey shaped piñata (like in Valentine’s Day from 2010).
Go ahead and replay it, you know you want to…I’ll wait. … … … … Done? OK, back to my blog. While there have been years when I’ve felt the same way, particularly during Tom’s deployments, I am fortunate to have a loving family and two beautiful little girls.
Tom was gone for most of the day (making his way home from a trip to D.C. for eye surgery), but the girls and I still had a fun day. Valentines, chocolate and coloring books that required chocolate for breakfast, followed by a way too early lunch. I had plenty of hugs and kisses and it was more than I wanted, until I came home for the grocery store to discover a giant cardboard box on my porch. Then I realized I wanted something more, something that came in a giant cardboard box.
Inside was a gorgeous orchid. I’ve always wanted a live orchid, but have never paid the $10 or whatever to pick one up at the store. Tom had one sent from Pro-Plants and I’m SURE it cost way too much, but it’s gorgeous, so that’s fine by me!
After picking Emma up from school, I rushed around like a crazy person to make the house look like I didn’t abandon it since Friday evening. Oh and I decided to make a real dinner for once.
The girls helped me clean up my bedroom and change the sheets, one of their favorite things to do since I always end up letting them jump on the bed while I vacuum and bury them under the sheets. They love it and always beg to sleep in my bed.
It is so hard to take a picture under the sheets by yourself. Just saying.
What is it about a parent’s bed that is so tempting to a child? Is it the size? The extra pillows? The soft sheets that aren’t embedded with flowers or cartoon characters? Maybe the idea of claiming the last thing that belongs to a parent? They are so darn cute though…sigh. Well, I did resist and managed to get them out of the room, down the stairs, and into the bathtub. Fabulousness.
Tom made it home and came bearing two gift bags FULL of candy. A gift from my in-laws to their princesses. Regan went crazy, throwing candy everywhere while Emma screamed “Candy! Candy! Candy!” Ahhhh! They’re nuts! And yes, this was minutes before Regan’s bedtime. We were able to distract her by giving Tom his gift, admittedly put together at the last minute, but not at all influenced by the surprise of an orchid. Ahem.
All in all it was good day. All of us were asleep by 10 and Tom even selected a festive pink washcloth to put on his eyes, though he claims he couldn’t see the color.
