I've never understood why Valentine's Day is such a big deal. If you're in a committed relationship of any kind, shouldn't you be showing your significant other how much you care each day, and not just one day out of the year? Maybe it's just me, but I think being open and affectionate with your significant other "just because" is way more romantic than a commercialized holiday.
But, hey, what do I know? Some people probably think this is coming from someone who is bitter, cynical, and single...and they'd be right about the single part. Everything else is just ridiculous. I've never put a lot of stock into Valentine's Day, and I never will. I give my kids gifts, but that's where I draw the line.
Unless I make heart-shaped muffins, but that's out right now as B can't have dairy for the next 2-3 months. Why? Because life isn't enough of a challenge, that's why.
Today has been crazy busy, as most Thursdays are. I tend to leave writing assignments until the last minute, not because I procrastinate, but because I do my best work when I know a deadline is on the horizon. For one of my classes, the deadline is a random 1:30 p.m. on Friday afternoons, which wouldn't be a big deal except I'm in class until 12:10 on Fridays. By the time I get home, I have maybe 10 minutes to proofread an assignment and make my deadline. SO, I make Thursdays my deadline instead, obviously because I'm an over-achiever who likes to turn in work ahead of schedule.
Or not. Anyway, this morning, I made a list, and scribbled across items as I finished them. Between the hours of 7:00 and 9:30 this morning, I took a test, wrote a discussion board, responded to three discussion boards, wrote 4 mini-papers, and then did another round of discussion boards for another class. I feel that it was an entirely productive morning.
I have to admit, however, that the day kind of snuck up on me this year, and I was not prepared to give my two little Valentines anything this morning. They didn't ask, even though they're used to coming to the table in the morning (on any holiday) and having something waiting for them, and for that, I am grateful. After I finished my schoolwork and showered, I took off to make it right. I'm phasing out the plastic cups in our house. When the youngest member of the household is 7, I feel like glasses are good for everyday use. Yeah, every now and then, one will break, but that's why you have extras. Long story short, we need to use real cups.
Obviously, this is why my boys got super-cute, striped Tervis tumblers with lids for Valentine's Day. I tend to steer clear of candy in general, but especially on "candy" holidays, so they got cups...and N got a new pair of Nike Elites, while B got new batting gloves. And, let me just tell you, they were thrilled! I don't even know (or care, really) if they said, "Thank you!" because N was too busy figuring out if he had any clothes to match his socks (He really IS mine, y'all!) and B was calling himself "Penguin hands" as he ran around in his batting gloves. I don't have any insight into that one, aside from the fact that they're studying penguins in his class. This morning he told me there were 17 different species of penguins, named 5, and then said, "That's enough, Mom. I want you to be able to have something to Google later."
My boys. They're so giving.
After I set up their surprises, it was time to go to B's party. He invited me, while N told me I didn't have to come, which basically means he would rather die than have me show up. While I was at B's party, the room mom set them up playing the most confusing game of BINGO I've ever seen. It was awful. I'm pretty sure that one of the moms (or maybe it was B's teacher) walked past me, mumbling about how it was a disaster. After she left to go to her other child's classroom, B's teacher had me read a story to the kids with their names in it. Each time I said a name, the kid had to read what was on the conversation heart on their desk. It was super cute, and totally hilarious! After it was over, B's teacher approached me and said, "Will you please be my room mom?"
So, I am. For the rest of the year, I am 1B's room mom. When the current room mom sent out an email saying she was moving at the end of February and asked if anyone would be willing to take over her duties, I'm not really sure why she just didn't send it to me. I'm a pretty permanent fixture around there. All the kids know me, and yet, they still ask my name each time I visit, then how to spell it, and when I spell out my name and then spell out "it," they groan and ask how I knew.
Because doing it at least once a week since the beginning of the school year doesn't establish a pattern or anything, right?
We went to the ball fields today to practice for tryouts on Saturday. I think we're hitting the batting cages tomorrow, and then Saturday afternoon are tryouts. My sister's coming into town, so I'm hoping to be able to snag some time with her...
And next weekend? Well...next weekend, I'm headed to Houston to see my dad. I haven't seen him since December, and that's the longest I've gone without seeing him in a year...easily. I can't wait.
I also can't wait to get to class tomorrow to talk about current events, because I'm still irritated...
Who thought that kind of sentence would ever come from me?
Yeah, me either...
Aubs
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