Happy VD
In what is a probably futile an attempt to not stay up past 2:00 AM the night before any holiday celebrated at school or a play group, I plan to get a head start tonight on making my kid's stuff to pass out on Tuesday. Dear hubby is in Bumblefuck, IL until tomorrow morning, and Ellie will hopefully be conked out within the next half-hour ( I mean, come on, we were at the Children's Museum by ten AM for fuck's sake - even she won't be able to resist the charms of Mr. Sandman, right?) so I have a good chunk of me-time here.
Then I stop for a moment to ask myself, "Do you really want to spend the rest of your weekend crocheting two dozen finger puppets or melting crayon rocks and cutting pads of paper by hand or assembling miniature craft packets?"
Duh! OF COURSE I WANT TO SPEND THE REST OF MY WEEKEND DOING THOSE THINGS. I like all the artsy-craftsy shit, remember?
Well, that, plus I am the original Ms. Has-to-be-Different-and-Unique, Can't-Just-Do-What-Everyone-Else-is-Doing, Perish-the-Thought-of-Buying-My-Child's-Valentines-at-the-Grocery-Store.
So, it looks like I have to carry this cross up the hill all by myself.
*le sigh* This is the life I chose.
Then I stop for a moment to ask myself, "Do you really want to spend the rest of your weekend crocheting two dozen finger puppets or melting crayon rocks and cutting pads of paper by hand or assembling miniature craft packets?"
Duh! OF COURSE I WANT TO SPEND THE REST OF MY WEEKEND DOING THOSE THINGS. I like all the artsy-craftsy shit, remember?
Well, that, plus I am the original Ms. Has-to-be-Different-and-Unique, Can't-Just-Do-What-Everyone-Else-is-Doing, Perish-the-Thought-of-Buying-My-Child's-Valentines-at-the-Grocery-Store.
So, it looks like I have to carry this cross up the hill all by myself.
*le sigh* This is the life I chose.