Valentine’s Fail

I am still trying to figure out how my low maintenance Valentine’s Day turned into a complete mess. There is only one person to blame: me and my incessant rushing.

I purchased store bought valentines weeks ago. Weeks ago. They were of the Angry Birds with a sucker variety. Last week, the kids had a couple snow days so we capitalized on the extra time to start filling them out. Brady asked if I was SURE that the suckers were okay for his nut-free class. I told him they were and double checked the box only to find out that they were processed in a plant containing tree nuts. Awesome. Mark thinks it is hilarious that I, of all people, would buy something that is not safe for the class because of allergens. And then, after reading the information from Sullivan’s school more carefully, I realized we could only send in non-candy treats. Awesome.

So then I decided that I would buy a pack of pencils for Sullivan’s valentines and allergen-free suckers for Brady’s. Thanks to norovirus, I did not put together Sullivan’s valentines until the night before his party at which time I realized that three of the “valentine” pencils were decorated with pink skull and crossbones. I wondered if parents of children at a Catholic preschool would care for skull and crossbones pencils, briefly considered going back to the store, but ended up just using them. Chances are the pencil will get detached from the valentine and no one will know it is from Sullivan anyway. His party was yesterday, and interestingly enough, one of the valentines contained biblical Go Fish cards that contained a card with a nude Adam and Eve hiding behind a bush. I am pretty sure I am off the hook for my slightly off-color pencils.

Brady’s party is today. I tried really hard to be motivated to put together the valentines last night, but in the words of my grandfather, I just couldn’t do it. I thought a much better option would be to put them together in the morning rush.

I was only halfway through, this morning, when I realized there would never be enough suckers. I looked at the package. Contains 20 suckers. There are 27 kids in the class. Apparently, I do not read packages before I buy them. It was 7:15 am, we have to leave the house by 7:45 to get them both to school on time.
I explained the situation to Brady and told him I would buy more suckers when I went grocery shopping and bring the valentines before the party. He was not agreeable to that solution. We decided to hurry and get out the door and make a CVS run before school. We were in and out of the store in three minutes flat with suckers, thanks to a very kind gentleman that insisted we go in front of him when he realized we were in a hurry. (I will pay it forward, kind sir, I really will.)

We got back in the car and I gave Brady the suckers to put in the cards on the way. I could not find the cards anywhere. I had the bag with the completed valentines, but could not find the incomplete ones under any of the various junk and garbage in the van. We stopped by our house and I ran inside (twice) thinking I must have left them on the kitchen counter. They were not under any of that junk and garbage either. At that point, I gave up. I told Brady that I would find them and bring them up later. As it was, it was going to be a challenge to get everyone to school on time. And then I spotted them, in the bag with the completed valentines. My life is just one long series of miracles.

Everyone made it to school on time, even with a very small tantrum by Sullivan because I did not bring his bag with snowpants. I told him that there was no way they were going outside at school today, but NO ONE puts their hat and gloves in their mailbox anymore, they put them in their snowpants bag! When we walked in the classroom, I pointed out another kid’s gloves and hat in their mailbox and all was right with the world. (Another miracle, can you hear the angels singing yet?)

And so, I have made it through the obligations of one more school party. Barely.

About jillo31

I always wanted to write the great American novel. I've come to the realization that that may not happen. Instead, I'm going to write about my life as a working mom to three boys. I figure in ten years, I won't remember what these days are like. I want to record my everyday victories and struggles.
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  1. Pingback: I Really Do Have the #1 Mom and Dad | Hugs, kisses, and chaos.

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