A Valentine’s Day Reality Check
Happy Valentine’s Day!
I love Valentine’s Day SO much. I know it’s supposed to be a holiday of romance, etc. But for me, I spend the day expressing my affection for my whole family. I spent last night writing love notes to each child, working hard to include some special thoughts just for them.
By the time I was finished my hand was cramped and my brain was fried. I didn’t want any of the notes to say the sames things in case they saw each other’s. Coming up with 9 different ways to say, “I love you and I’m proud to be your mom,” is exhausting!
Then this morning I got up early to make a candlelight breakfast. I quickly set the table with their notes and candy then got to work. I started getting out the ingredients for my famous waffles when it quickly became obvious that I have lost my mojo in the kitchen.
I used to be so good at doing it all myself. Get out the ingredients, the pans, clean as I go, mix, bake, gliding about the kitchen like a Disney princess that’s been hidden from her royal heritage thus being treated as a slave so she learns to cook while birds land on her shoulder.
This morning I was like a disaster, complete with broken eggs on the floor and flour strewn about everywhere (including my hair).
Not to mention the high demand….3 waffle irons going at once and I still couldn’t keep up.
And let’s just agree not to discuss what happened with the bacon.
I guess it’s just been too long since I tried to do it all myself. I mean, the girls organize the pantry now so half the time I can’t even find the ingredients I need. How am I supposed to work under those conditions?
At long last we did have a nice, family breakfast. Everyone seemed to appreciate my efforts, which softened the sting I was feeling from facing the harsh reality that I am turning into one of those incapable women that I never understood in my youth.
Thankfully it will be another year before I have to do it again. Now that it’s over I can spend the rest of the day hugging people and recovering from my morning workout.
Happy Valentine’s Day and know that you are LOVED!
You’re so precious! 🙂
That’s so sweet! Yesterday when I mentioned a special Valentine’s dinner for our family I was greeted with “Ugh!…” “that’s kinda weird….” so we had chocolate colored pancakes (apparently I didn’t use enough cocoa powder and I forgot the chocolate chips all together) with strawberry hearts. Everyone went off to face their day and then I wondered off to pick up some produce and look at the clearance in Target! Tonight after track practice and swim meet we will dine on a delicious dessert of individual hot fudge puddings, more sliced strawberries and whipped cream (yeah I cheated and its the stuff in the can but it makes my hubby so happy! he likes to squirt it directly into his mouth once I’m done with it! its the little things that make him happy!!)
Ha! I feel a bit like that in my kitchen these days- I like to have my sous chefs on hand to fetch and clean up after me!
Totally agree on Valentine’s Day being for anyone you love, especially your family, and not just about romance, your spouse, etc… My dad always came home from work with something for Mom, each of us 3 girls, and a little something for my 2 bros (of course they didn’t want theirs to be too flashy, yet not to be excluded) Dad’s cards were always the big, sparkly kind, and he always personalized them so preciously…. when he called me today I had to cry & I made sure he knew how I will always remember being so excited for my dad to come home on V Day! And now I’m blessed with a sweet, sweet husband who always brings me some sweet little token & something for our little girl… so blessed… loved your waffle story!
Thanks for the reminder to enjoy being the only one in the kitchen, even when it does seem like forever.
Your too sweet! this evening we are enjoying chocolate cake and lots of fun stuff 😀 <3
I hate your breakfast didn’t go as smoothly as planned. My day was spent rushing about- dentist, mall to pick up birthday gift for my mother, Starbucks for cake pops for a party at one, pick up lunch, rush back home, nurse baby feed people, go to party (lady had cats and I loathe cats partly bc I’m highly allergic so I had to take a Benadryl, rush home to clean and prepare dinner for different houseguests tonight. Did I mention that I completely just forgot abou my poor husband and he didn’t get a card or gift from me this year. I didn’t think this would be an issue at all bc I haven’t received a card or gift in 2-3 yrs on Valentines, but about an hour ago, I walked into the bedroom to find new clothes laid out on our bed. Clothes for me bc all I have are sweats and two pair of jeans that don’t fit. I was surprised and then I felt so bad:( I mean, what are the odds? Ugh. Now I’m in the “doghouse” I guess:/. How’s that for good intentions;)