I couldn’t stop laughing at Kelly’s 2nd Capsule Wardrobe post! There are more funny folks over there, be sure to check it out!
This has been week numero dos for the Great Stomach Bug of 2017. Every time I keep thinking the family is finally through it, somebody else vomits in my car. I was feeling better myself and then, a week later, was sick again. So far, Hubby and Evvie have not gotten it, but the incubation period seems to be about 7 days, so I am sure this time next week I will probably be needing to buy more bleach.
Hubby and I don’t generally make a big deal out of Valentine’s Day. Hubby also doesn’t generally send me flowers, particularly not for specific holidays – he likes the element of surprise, he says (which, also, he says, has nothing to do with forgetting most of the time). One day I told him, “Gifts are my Love Language. I wish you would think about sending me flowers once in a while” and then the joke became him telling me, “I thought about sending you flowers today.” I would always nod appreciatively and say, “Thanks, It’s the thought that counts!”
In an about face, eschewing just The Thought of Sending Flowers, I received these via delivery on Tuesday. Along with the card (no signature, who could they be from?:-) Which leads us to
After the delivery guy left, I asked Spike who he thought could have possibly sent me these beautiful flowers.
Spike: I don’t know! The guy that just dropped them off??
Me: But why would he do that?
Spike: ?? Because he loves you??
So, if that is not a testimony to all husbands out there to set an example by sending your wives flowers more often, I don’t know what is. You don’t want the children thinking there are random flower delivery guys who love your wives more than you do!
I have to remind myself to be grateful for the quiet moments when they are getting along courtesy of Netflix.
I like to try to make Valentine’s Day special for the kids. This year my goal is to make them hand crafted Valentines, complete with personalized love notes and carefully selected candy. Haha! Just kidding. It is more like I will scatter some Hershey’s kisses on the table Tuesday morning, while scrawling I Love Yous on Post-it Notes. It’s the thought that counts.
As soon as Hubby gets home from getting a haircut we are planning to do a major Slash and Burn of the kids’ bedrooms. It has gotten Out. Of. Control. They are pits of despair. Well, mainly, dirty laundry, misplaced bric-a-brac, and garbage. Oh the garbage. Apparently the physical act of getting trash into the proper receptacle is lost on my children. Except Bellie. Because, for Bellie, there is no such thing as Trash. It is all art. Or could be used in the future for art. At any rate, it is NOT WORTHY OF BEING THROWN. This is why I need to clean out her room in secret, or if she is at school. Otherwise what generally happens is that she tearfully picks through the garbage bag, taking out every last worksheet and piece of candy wrapper, saying, “Don’t throw away my stuuuuuuuuufffff” It is dramatic. Garbage might just be her Love Language.
My library holds quarterly book sales of donated used books and withdrawn library titles. I am mildly obsessed with used books. I honestly have no need for any additional reading material right now. I honestly have no more bookshelf space for any additional reading material right now. But, yet…I am trying to decide if I should head on down to the library this weekend. Just to see. Just to browse. Many books are 50 cents! I am Rebecca and I have a book problem. Anyone else?
Have a fantastic week!