This morning I woke up and stumbled to the bathroom for the third time since laying my head down last night, but this time I turned on the light. As I was sitting on the toilet I noticed a bunch of crap scattered all over the floor. What the hell?!?! Don’t these boys know I won’t have time to really, truly, clean until Friday? Who made this mess? Oh wait …
Why, it’s a trail of rose petals.
Leading to this …
In case you’re wondering, that is a love poem my husband wrote to me along with two roses.
Crap! I got him nothing! I won’t even be able to clean the house for him because I have class from 8 am to 9 pm.
So I walk downstairs to get my backpack and do some last minute cramming for my stats test this morning, when what do I find?
This huge construction paper wall mural he put up on the wall for me and Elijah that says “I love you both!”
This holiday is not a big deal for me. It’s kind of like St. Patrick’s Day or April Fools. You make a small acknowledgement and move on. But after this, my third Valentines Day with Jeremy, I think I have to accept that this holiday is a big deal for him.
So I decided that during my gap between classes today I would run home, pick up around the house, and make sure both Jeremy and Elijah have a treat from me when they come home tonight. I feel like such a bum. Please, everyone, remind me not to be a bum next year, because surely Jeremy won’t be one.