I am feeling both spoiled... and like a chump right now.
I thought we were spending Valentine's on a date. We made dinner plans and chose a suitably romantic movie. I thought that was our gift to each other. Then I got breakfast delivered to me--freshly baked vanilla bread pudding.
What strikes fear in every woman who is trying to lose weight's heart? The pink box.
When I saw the pink box any woman who is trying to lose weight dreads, my heart fell. Then it crescendo-ed when he said with a gentle smile it was filled with fresh laundry. No scary, skimpy piece of lace. Nope, he did my laundry. He gets me!
Then I saw the roses. No fanfare. Left for me to find after he left for work. My friends? I thought the date was our gift. I had nothing for him.
Chump. And now for more chump....
For the kids, we didn't do our usually elaborate Valentines. Store bought with a cute backpack pin and blow pop at the last minute seemed just fine to Li'l Man.
PB and Eldest had made such a stink last year about having to carry around Valentine's treats that I took them at their word. PB even reminded me several weeks ago of the horrible mom I was "forcing her" to carry around a basket of treats at Halloween treats to all her classes. She did not want a repeat.
Then last night, both she and Eldest, realizing I was taking them at their word, asked at 9 PM if we could go to the store for treats for their friends.
I said no way. I felt a little miffed they expected me to go to the store last minute. I felt unappreciated from past years of staying up until midnight for their over the top treats for all their friends. So? I held my ground even though PB was working her incredible disappointed, sad baby girl face...
This morning I got this box from them. My husband and the kids had made a box full of handmade caramels, dipped in chocolate, and sprinkled with sea salt. My favorite:
She left for school with no Valentines and with me feeling even more guilt.
I ended up getting showered in breakfast made for me, handmade chocolates, and roses. I let life distract me and gave nothing in return. Who knew gifts could make a mother feel so craptacular. Sigh...