Ok, let’s break it down ya’ll. People are going Valentine’s Ker-azy and I’m just not ready for it. Initially I had these grand plans of what I was going to do. I was going Pinterest this holiday off the charts!
I had ideas of Frozen-themed Valentines…
or Lego themed…
Shoot I was going to go all out crafting into the skies above…
Except as I started to calculate the number of Valentine’s I’d have to make (43 between the two boys’ classes), the cost (at least $50), the time I’d have to
waste spend on it, plus (as quite a few of my Facebook friends lovingly pointed out) the time it took before it went from grubby little hands to the trash can I realized I could be doing so much more with my life…or for my boys.
Now for those of you that made these, let me be perfectly clear, you are AWESOME. I bow at your feet, I grovel at your mercy, I beg for forgiveness at my jealousy. I WISH I could get my act together enough to do this. To have enough time, energy, and desire to want to make this happen. Truth is, I don’t have it in me. I rather write to all of you lovely people living in my computer, memorize an essay I have to present, or finish a scarf for a lovely little friend.
The Valentines’ wouldn’t even be from my kids. It’d be from my wanting to prove to the world that I can be June Cleaver and Martha Stewart all combined into one. My boys don’t care if it’s all fancy schmancy. They just care about what they’ll get in their mailboxes. Shoot, all I care about is what goods they’re going to bring home for me to devour because, “I need to check if they’re still good.” My boys wouldn’t have helped me to make any of these except to maybe stuff the Ziplocs so they could shove some marshmallows in their little chubby cheeks. Or perhaps they’d help decide which Legos they didn’t suddenly need for their construction project.
So yes, this year was not the year to make Valentines. This was not the year I beat myself up for being not being able to be Supermom. This was not the year I add more to my plate because I already feel like I’m completely doing my children a disservice by being sick.
This was the year to spend a whopping 15 minutes in Target’s Seasonal Section helping the boys decide if they wanted Lego or Superhero (I hid the Spongebob option) Valentines. This was the year to only spend $5 for both boys’ Valentines. This was the year to force my children to sit at the table and write their names on 2×3 card stock 26 and 18 times respectively. Then making them (and by them I mean my six year old) rewrite it when he decided to write his name in three separate segments (to make it fair I had my three year old fix the first letter in his name when it was backwards). You see, I’m loving like that and isn’t that what Valentine’s is all about? (Say yes!)