I have to write about Valentine’s day.
Preparations began early in the morning at 6 a.m.; writing 22 cards for K’s daycare class and organizing them with the approved treats for each kid. I was supposed to have these done the night before but was horribly sick and zonked out on the couch loaded on Tylenol. Debated putting K in a red sweatshirt and black pants…too much…dressed him up normally. Packed him up and off to the daycare. Met with a lineup of tired parents handing over their kids and a bag of sugar-laden treats.
My dear husband and I wished each other in the car on the way to work. I quietly slipped a handful of Hershey’s kisses in his coat pocket as a small surprise.
The day went by at work coughing and slugging away at the computer.
Picked up a very hyper K from the daycare with a treat bag (more sugar!) decorated with red and pink hearts, came home and collapsed on the couch again. DH returned from work with dinner and we watched our kid run from one room to the other scribbling on walls and doors. By the time he went to sleep, we’d forgotten it was Valentine’s day. At night when we lay in bed, we noticed a little heart sticker stuck on K’s shirt. DH and I looked at each other and laughed. This had been the most unromantic Valentine’s day ever but we didn’t need to celebrate our love in any other way than to just hold hands and laugh.
Sappy…? Thanks to K’s treat bag and extra strength Tylenol.