Having had a really bad day yesterday with struggles of trying to maintain patience with an over tired 6 year old trying to write out 34 valentines, I was not in the mood to wake up all happy and lovey dovey. Valentine's day was already over in my book. I had a large number of crafts planned with love for her to give to her kindergarten class, but instead ran out at the last minute for store bought valentines and store bought cookies. My perfectionism crept it's way out and I got upset with myself for not giving her "the best Valentine's Day ever."
We had practiced making pipe cleaner roses, hard candies, heart chains, and hearts made of melted crayons, but never got around to making enough of these for each kid in her class. I hadn't even gotten around to going out and getting anyone, including Hun, a Valentine's gift.
Yet, as I rolled out of bed to the beckoning of my 4 year old babe, I snapped out of the funk. Babe had put his little arms around my neck, kissed my cheek, and said "happy balance times day mommy! I love you, I love you, I love you!" How, could I continue being a grump when he is just so cute?!?!
So what if my Love didn't get to bring in handmade crafts for Valentines Day? She was really happy with or without them, and she still got to make those crafts at least for ourselves and for decorations around the house.
We have had a really good day so far and it's not even noon yet. Our plans for the night got cancelled because we are all sick over here, but I get to snuggle all day with Babe, watching Shrek and whatever other movies he picks for the day. Who knows, maybe there will be a few surprises from the day. Whatever happens, I'm going to have a much better day than yesterday.