A day celebrating love sounds like a good idea, right? Flowers, chocolates, love letters, all clad in pink, but for most people valentines day sucks. Single folks lament not having anyone to celebrate with. Men stress over gifts and last minute plans. Women dream up ideal scenarios better fit for a romance novel than real life. Advertisers pull our heartstrings, make us sigh, and leave us discontent. We spend absurd amounts of money and hope we have bought and done the right thing. Women are motivated by the desire to “feel” loved and what motivates men? Guilt? Nagging? Or is it the not very subtle promise of sex, as implied by the FTD Super Bowl commercial?
What if today we scrap ideals? What if you let your special someone off the hook? Could we stop thinking about what we want for a little while and find a way to show genuine love to someone else? I bet there is a single mom out there who would love a cup of coffee delivered to her door, or a senior whose whole week would be brightened by flowers. So that’s my challenge, today go out and find someone to love on. Valentines day should be a day when everyone feels loved!
Happy Valentines Day!
Happy V Day, Have a cookie!
It’s Sunday morning, too early for the sun to be up, but not for my son to be up. It has been a long night. Baby boy is teething and not sleeping well. Hubby has been sick, and my 3 year old (the star of this post) woke up coughing several times. I’m tired. I’m grumpy. Then it happens, “MOMMY!” My husband arrives on the scene first, “O Gosh, MANDY!” The yelling wakes up the baby and he starts crying. I stumble into the bathroom, scene of the crime, and try to figure out what the heck is going on. My son is sitting on the potty, naked. My husband is folding up the bath mat and looks like he is going to hurl. My first thought is little man missed the toilet and peed on the floor. No big deal. Gross, yes, but unfortunately it happens all the time. I set the baby down and go to get some cleaning spray. Then I smell it. Poop. Overwhelming, nose hair curling, not what you want to wake up to, poop.
My son had in fact missed the toilet, but it was not pee on the bath mat. Now I get why my husband looked queasy. I get what the fuss has been about, but it’s not over yet. Little man has poop on his feet and he is now leaving poop prints across the bathroom and on the carpet and baby boy is crawling through it. I might even have it on my feet. Horrified, I grab baby boy and command little man to, “for the love of all that is holy STOP MOVING!” Balancing baby boy in one arm I Lysol wipe my feet. That’s right Lysol wipes the only thing I could reach with out risking further poop contamination. Next is baby boy. I scrub his hands (don’t worry he gets soap not Lysol) strip him and redress him. Little man is last. He is already naked, his pajamas fell victim to the poop explosion, so all I have to do is scrub him clean and get him dressed.
Once the kids are sanitized and dressed I have to start on the bathroom. For 45 minutes I scrub and I bleach. I use every brand of disinfectant I own. The bath mat and rug go enjoy a hot spin in the washer accompanied by our 3 sets of jammies. It’s now 8 am, the kids need breakfast, husband is back in bed, and I am still tired and still grumpy.
If you were looking for or expecting some morsel of wisdom hidden in this post, there is non, except maybe always have bleach on hand. 😉 Have a great week!
Kids are fun! They love to laugh and to play. It comes so easy for them. Living in the moment and having a blast. I love it.
Recently our little family went sledding; it was a beautiful sun soaked day. The snow was fresh and the sled hill hadn’t been used enough to be muddy. It’s safe to say that we all had a great time. We were only out for about an hour but what an hour! I can still picture my oldest son coming down the hill, beaming, loving life. I can hear the giggles and excited exclamations. No amount of money could buy a better afternoon!
Sometimes I wonder why we buy so much. Why we go, go, go? Really the simple things are so much better. Will my son really feel deprived if he has fewer toys than some other kids? No. Our stuff obsessed society may buy (excuse the pun) that but not me. So bring on the sledding, rain puddles, pillow fights, forts, and tickle monsters 🙂
I want to give my kids the gift of me, my time, energy and attention. That’s what they really want and deserve. Those little rugrats are a blessing and gift from God and I am the luckiest woman in the world. What is your favorite activity to do with your kids?