Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Valentine's Day?

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. Valentine's Day is traditionally celebrated as a love holiday. The truth is, it is more of a love/hate holiday. I don't know many people who are neutral about Valentine's Day. Most people are either really gooey and totally love it, or despise it, often in a political way. You know, the ones who think it's a Hallmark conspiracy, designed to make us naive consumers spend copious amounts of money on cards and heart-shaped boxes of very gross tasting chocolates.

Me? Well, I can live without the chocolates. I would prefer some regular chocolate. Kit Kat is a personal favourite, and the wrapper is red so it seems to go with the season. Mike and I actually had one of our very first dates on Valentine's Day. In fact, it fell exactly ten days after we started dating. We had a fabulous date, and quite elaborate too. He took me all the way to the big city and we ate at what is now one of our favourite restaurants, and then went to an Imax show. I had butterflies in my stomach and stars in my eyes. Sometimes I still do. Celebrating Valentine's Day less than two weeks after the start of a dating relationship is somewhat awkward. What does one buy for the other person under those circumstances? A card is not too difficult. Cute or silly, as opposed to anything too serious and sentimental. How do you sign it? From? Sincerely? Certainly not love that early on. Though in our case we could have. Maybe he even did, I can't remember. But he did give me the typical chocolates and roses, and that was before spending all that money on our giant date. I baked him cookies. Heart shaped sugar cookies with pink icing. I felt kind of lame, but he loved them. That is, he would have, had he not left them on the kitchen counter in his house, which was occupied then by his parents and five of his siblings. I'm not sure whether he got one cookie, or none at all. Either way, baking those cookies has become a tradition for me, whenever I am able.

Which brings me to this year. I never cared that much about Valentine's Day until Mike and I had that very first date, and now I suppose for me it is sentimental. Not because of that desperate drive to be with someone for Valentine's Day, but because it is tied up in such good memories. But this year we will not see each other at all on Valentine's Day. Mike left today for the big city for some work-related stuff and will not be home until Friday night. This leaves me an acting single mother of four for more than forty-eight hours. Normally, on the first day of being on my own with all the kids, I am energized and inspired. You know, the "I can totally do this" attitude. (Which fades by the day, incidentally.) This time I have no such aspirations. In fact, I am already quite stressed. I have a baby who is not feeling well, and two boys who are not feeling well. One of those has wicked nightmares, often more than once a night. The other night he came in our room somewhere around five times in the span of about an hour. One of those times he threw up on our floor from coughing really hard. It's very stressful, and knowing I am facing a night by myself fills me with dread.

In the morning, I have to get up, make sure Cody is eating by 7 a.m., get his backpack all packed and ready to go, and hound him to get dressed in his clothing and his outdoor stuff. Then I have to get him out the door by 7:30 a.m. and drive him to the bus and get him on it. Meanwhile, I have to hope Lauren does not wake up and want to eat, or things are going to get really stressful. On top of that, I will have to wear a towel under my shirt so I don't drench everything in milk after going all night without feeding her. Hopefully. Sorry, is that too much information? I am a nursing mommy, so this is a reality in my life right now. Once I get past 8 a.m., my stress level should decrease some. Except I'm having people over tomorrow night and doing my first official group Mary Kay skin care class. So I need to get my house nice and clean. That wouldn't be an issue if there were no kids living here. I mean, without kids, once you clean, that spot is clean. But it doesn't work that way with little tornadoes following you around, flinging chaos behind you. On top of that, I realize now I scheduled this party (which I am really excited about, by the way) for 7 p.m. I was not thinking about the fact that my boys are NEVER settled in bed by 7 p.m. anymore. So somehow I will have to clean the house really thoroughly, bake Valentine's cookies and ice them (hours of work, but I made the dough tonight, so I'm committed now), feed the boys supper, bath them all, get them settled in bed and prepare for my party. All this and I have to somehow fit a shower in too, and Lauren's feedings and cuddles. I don't know how I'll do it, but Friday is going to be worse! Eek!

And on that note, Lauren is wailing and needs to be held. My boys are settled and sleeping for now, so hopefully I can get her settled nicely later too. When it comes to single motherhood, I'm a huge wimp. I don't know how real single moms do it. Hopefully I'll have a raving success story to share tomorrow. Goodnight. And Happy Valentine's Day, if you're one of the ones who love it. Otherwise, happy Thursday to you.

1 comment:

Allison said...

Sounds like a full few days! I have to say I am one of those few people who are neither here nor there on valentines day. We do a lot together regularly and chocolate is a staple in our house, so it really doesn't seem all that important. We don't even do cards anymore... This year we happened to be out of town and went to one of my favourite restaurants, so that was fun, but it would have been fun on any day. I love your tradition of baking cookies and how that ties to your early dates with Mike. Fun! Hope you had some rest this week :-)