If you want to read about pink, heart-shaped pancakes, cute decorations, and heart-shaped pepperoni for the homemade pizza, sorry. You'll have to go back and read last year's V-day post, 'cause this year, I didn't make it past buying some candy.
Which I ate most of.
I'm not quite sure where this lands me on the lame-o-meter, but I'm guessing pretty high.
Yesterday, well, nothing went according to plan. It was kind of an odd day.
Not odd as in, Oh great! He just asked me to be his valentine, but I don't like him! Now where's my pink scrunchy and high tops?
No. It was odd as in, unexpected situations kept arising.
So instead of feeling too bad about it all, I'm just going to blame it on the fact that Hubby wasn't feeling too good so he missed some work in the day, which resulted in him working late.
And when Savannah had come home from school, she quite literally crawled into bed a few minutes later and didn't wake up again until 9:30pm for a quick drink of water before going back to bed to sleep all night. She got up about ten to 8:00 this morning.
Not to mention the pretty impressive meltdown Jacob had at dinner, which lasted well past bedtime.
So no cookies, not candy, no exchanging of family valentines or cute decorations.
Outside of a Sunday afternoon helping Savannah with her school valentines, we more or less did nada, nothin', zip, ziltch.
Because I'm pretty awesome like that.
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