Colette, on the other hand, is obsessed with her Valentines. She only had eight to prepare, so decided to do extra, and has been carrying them around and stuffing them in so many odd places that this morning I had to actually REDO a few of hers because who knows where they went? And then Rory, right before the bus this morning, decided he wanted to include more candy for his friends in sandwich baggies - Rory taking anything very seriously that involves the quick ingestion of refined sugar - so we scrambled to give his friends MORE candy.
And then! The parties themselves! I had signed up to bring drinks to Will's class, so I had to attend that party. But the older boys' parties were during Sylvie's nap time, and since I really didn't want to pay a sitter to sit with the baby while I go watch my uber-talented 7 and 9 nine year olds EAT COOKIES, I told them I couldn't go to their parties. Oh, the complaints! "You only care about WILL! You never come to anything of OURS!" (Just last week, people, I hired a sitter to go to lunch with my older boys and help in Will's class.) AARGH.
|My sole respite from the kiddie Valentine tsunami:|
PVT's gift of Moonstruck Chocolates
Because the thought of many more years of kid-centric Valentine's Day is enough to make me despair of ever needing to wear lacy underthings, ever again.