Yeah, everything is all hearts and candy this Valentine’s Day morning, but yesterday all I wanted to do was crawl up in a ball and eat everyone’s dang chocolates and call it a night at 7pm.
It all started when I left work. I wanted to stop at the post office and send out Avery’s Valentine’s… to his grandparents, great grandparents, and family in California. I had been meaning to get them out but every time I sat down to do them, Avery HAD to be in my lap, and chew on the glue, and steal the pen and I’d have to take it away and explain (in A Christmas Story fashion), “Avery, you’ll poke your eye out!”… so they took longer than expected, so yeah I was sending them out late. But when I passed the post office, there was no parking… with all the darned snow piles from the blizzard, parking was impossible. Luckily someone was leaving, so I sat in the handicap spot and was just gonna back into their spot after they left. Perfect plan, til when I backed up and realized the darn snowbank was in the way! At this point I was so frustrated, I just drove off. Sorry everyone… you’ll get your Valentines a little late this year.
To add to my annoyance, when I got to daycare, the teachers told me they were having a Valentine’s Day Party tomorrow. (Well thanks for the short notice). Good thing I already bought gifts and labelled them and put them in a bag so they wouldn’t be forgotten. However, the teachers had printed all the students names to label the gifts… well, had they been proactive like me and given these to me last week when I was addressing the gifts ‘From: Avery, To:Friend”, I could have put each kids real name. I mean, what parent does all their holiday plan & prep the night before?! With an unpredicatable toddler, I have to plan stuff a week in advance cuz I know it’ll take 3-4 sessions to actually get something done. Ugh. So too bad, the kids are getting the labels I made.
Now, when I got home I was excited to take some cutesy pictures of Avery with hearts and make a fun craft project with the hands we cut out last week with Daddy. And Daddy wouldn’t be home until late, so we had the house to ourselves to make him something special too! Well, Avery had other plans. As soon as I put him down when we walked in, he started screaming. And crying. And he wouldn’t stop unless he had his ‘bubba’ and I was carting him around. His nose was stuffy and running was also making it hard to breath. Great. Wonderful. This teething thing with NEVER END. OK, we can do this… I thought as I coddled him and he cheered up. I put him in a white dress shirt and had him sit with a paper heart in his hands… oh he is so cute. Take the pacifier out… grab the camera… and all hell broke loose.
More crying. Arms out asking to be picked up. Drool ALL OVER the shirt. And the screaming….makes nails on a chalkboard sound like a symphony. Avery was not impressed with his paper heart.. which was madly thrown on the floor and when handed back to him, it became a nice pink ball of paper. Great. Wonderful. Happy Friggen Valentines Day.
Well, there was no way in heck I was gonna put these pictures on any valentines… poor kid looks like I’m torturing him – which is probably how he felt… stupid teething. So with that, I threw in the towel and called it quits. I laid down on the floor and took some deep breaths. Avery saw his opening and grabbed the camera and started playing with it (kid loves buttons) and man did he light up… giggles, smiles, laughs. Where was this face two minutes ago!?!??! UGH. So screw the cutesy valentines photos… I have been up since 530am, worked a full day, spent 2 hours commuting, and have a teething toddler at home…. my world isn’t perfect, but darned if this isn’t the best Valentine I’ve ever had…
Yeah, I’d love some professional staged cute photos of the bugger, but this is our life… messy, loud, unpredictable, exhausting and full of drool and runny noses. So that’s what you’ll see in our valentine this year! So much has changed from the quiet and angelic baby he was last year….
After Avery went to bed I just wanted to screw my calorie counting and down some chocolate and sit on the couch all night. I was exhausted. Disappointed. I wish I had the time and energy to do projects for holidays with Avery. I get so mad when I can’t pull them off… it’s just impossible to do everything I want in a days time. (another reason I stay off Pinterest… too many ideas i want to do and don’t have the time, so i get all stressed out when i see things i want to do but dont’ have time to). And although I felt like crap, I dragged myself to the gym…which did make me feel better. And no, I didn’t eat any chocolate. That craving passed. And after a good night’s sleep, I hit the pavement with a new attitude this morning.
I’m not perfect. My life is FAR from perfect. I won’t have a flawless photo of Avery for every special event in his life, but what I will have, is memories. Memories I can torment him with when he has his first child and I can laugh when he calls me stressed about a toddler that won’t cooperate, and I can say ‘pay back!’ (like my Mom does to me!). And growing up, my parents didn’t take picture perfect photos of us every holiday… and I turned out OK, I think. So, why not carry on the tradition my Mom started when we were kids… every holiday when we woke up and went to the kitchen bar to eat, there was a card and gift. Just for us. Just because. It wasn’t much… but the thought just made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. So, with that memory of my childhood, I decided to start that tradition at our home… because memories are worth much more than fancy photos.
I took the remnants from our failed craft project, and the small gifts I had for Avery and Vinay and left the house this morning with this waiting for them…
A little doggie for Avery that says “I woof you!” (Which Vinays tells me, Avery played with all morning) from Vinay and I. Avery picked out a valentines box of Reeses Cups for Daddy. And from me to Daddy, a container of Tabasco jelly beans that say ‘you’re hot!’
And what did I just get delivered to me at work?
Awweee! I guess this Valentines isn’t that bad….snotty noses and roses Just what I wanted!
How do you celebrate V-Day?