Did you know it’s Valentine’s Day?
I did and not because there are a dozen roses sitting on my kitchen counter, either. Our anniversary is egg-zactly 7 days after V-Day so it’s never really been a priority to the hubs and me.
I knew it was Valentine’s Day because before I even had coffee this morning I had to address Emma’s Valentines and take her party supplies to school– even though my throat felt like I’d swallowed a razor blade and chased it with lemon juice. I was running a fever and had two snotty half-dressed kids to drag with me.
I thought about sending my husband a sweet text at work to tell him how much I L-U-V him, but the best I could manage was a Facebook message saying I’d try not to give him whatever it is that I have.
I spent a good portion of this weekend in the bed, and I mean that in the least sexy way possible. I mean that in the “cough-drops-and-snot-rags-on-my-night-table-and-Vick’s-Vapor-Rub-in-the-air” kind of way.
We were completely out of groceries last night. So after Super Man put all three kids in the bed, (I did actually get up and bathe a couple of ’em… I think) he went to Wal-Mart and bought groceries.
And today at nap time, when Sadie would NOT, fortheloveofeverythingthatisgoodandholy, go to sleep, I called Hubs to see where he was. He was trying to eat lunch, but he came home and rocked my baby to sleep because I couldn’t hold her crying, writhing body for one more second. I don’t know why he likes me. Or why Sadie will go to sleep without a single peep when he puts her down but will cry for hours on end when I attempt to do the same thing.
I was lying in bed listening to Hubs soothing Sadie in the next room, thinking about how awesome he is and how lucky I am to have him, and I started to get a little flushed, then I realized it had been about 6 hours since I’d taken any Motrin. I swallowed a few pills and passed out in my bed.
THIS is a good Valentine’s Day after 13 years of marriage.