On Monday Gene asked if I want to go out for Valentines
night. At that time, I was feeling for some inexplicable reason not really
in the mood. It was probably because I
had already purchased strawberries for Valentines evening and had big chocolate
On Valentines morning I realized that, Oh wait, this is a Holiday to celebrate
love, and I had not a card or even a shred of anything resembling a nice
gesture for my husband. (I did nag him about some fencing, but I don’t think
that counts as a nice gesture) I knew
myself well enough to know that last minute running to a store to buy a card
wasn’t going to happen, so while he was on his way out the door, I mentioned to
him please don’t get me anything, because I got you nothing.
We shared a nice little moment of understanding that our love would not tank
even if we didn’t really celebrate hugely. (Namely by exchanging cards for
roses) We’ve also kind of adopted a
family night tradition with Valentines.
It is a Big Deal to Elena. I was
good with doing the family thing. No I wanted to do the family thing.
Fast forward to suppertime.
I made a meal of tiny bites. Tiny barbeque sandwiches, shrimp, tiny
salads at every plate. Tiny little
chicken bites wrapped in filo. Elena was
in charge of the décor. She had
completed her own valentines weeks ago, and was stressed out trying to get her
little brother to care. She forced him
to make one for Madi, and then he petered out.
We sat down and had prayer. The meal
spiraled downhill from there. Gene had
bought those candy necklaces on a stretchy string. (double gross yuck yuck, I am not fond of
them) Madi saw them and was not having
any other type of food. She started out
by flinging her shrimp on the floor.
Loud crying. Screaming. Taking a
bite of sandwich. Spitting it like it
was gagging her. She was sent to her
room. Gene asked if she had had a nap. I testily answered “yes”.
Brandt suddenly became torqued that his valentine from Elena didn’t have
chocolate with it like Gene and mine did.
He kept saying rude (but funny) things about it. THE CHILD DOES NOT EVEN LIKE CHOCOLATE, but he
was so upset that Elena chose to give him a pencil instead of candy. It was a lose/lose situation.
Dessert was my chocolate dipped strawberries, and regular strawberries. Brandt asked if he could please have cereal
instead. We said no. YOU WILL EAT THOSE
STRAWBERRIES AND YOU WILL BE HAPPY, SON! Madi joined us again at the table. She ate nothing for supper, and then she
sneaked a candy necklace and we pretended not to notice.
By 7:00, the children had abandoned the table, and I was left with a messy
kitchen. Gene was having problems with
the silo, and had to go climb it. I sat
down and thought Really, I said No to a
date night for this? Can’t I go back
in time and change my mind?
I cleaned up the kitchen while the children tore apart the
living room. And so that ended my 2012
Valentines day. It was kind of like
expecting a baby kitten, but getting a baby gerbil instead.
And I tried to stay off of facebook because everybody else seemed to be having the time
of their lives.
I learned my lesson. I will never say no to a date again.
Now if you’re wondering if I’m the kind of person who always
has horrible things happen to them, and is a real Debbie Downer, its not
true. I usually choose to write about
the less glorious things in life.
Stephen King was asked once why he always writes horror stories, and he said “What
makes you think I have a choice?” That’s
how I feel. I physically cannot tell a story about myself
that ends glowey. Don’t feel bad, if something wonderful would have happened last night, there
would be no post today because that’s just no fun .
And so I’ll end with some pictures.
Captured by myself and my offspring.
Do you know the feeling when you want to make sure people KNOW that you
suck at something, and you want them to know that You Know you suck? That’s how I feel about photography. I feel
compelled to post the most awful pictures of myself. Please forgive.
Our table, with our youngest daughter wearing a swimsuit.
Because thats what she wears every day lately.
The Happy One
The One with the Smeary Mouth
Titled: Motherhood makes me Glow. or
It will be a happy day when Andreas Triple Chin Resumes is Status as a Double or
Elena please stop playing with my camera!
The Magical night or
Husband Drapes over Wife or
What is that Cool New Sepia Tone?