I know that yesterday, everything online was all sunshine and lovey dovey, smoochie smooch, but I’m gonna keep it real with you: I wore pajamas all day long and Huzz and I had a fight.
I think it is ironic that on a day when I was supposed to celebrate love while eating my weight in chocolate, I ended up with angry texting, no appetite for dinner, and some silent treatment-ing. This was not how I pictured spending the day.
So yeah. Yesterday blew hard.
It didn’t start off terrible, though. The kidlets and I woke up and cuddled. I cut out fun shapes in their sandwiches for lunch. Huzzah and I wished each other a Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetly and lovingly. I made yummy, Valentine-y dessert bars. But as the day wore on, the chores and tasks piled up, and I got agitated because of it. And my agitation spread like the chicken pox in first grade. And we fought like married people do. And it happened to be Love Day. And I’m exhausted from it.
Oh, wait, were you wondering how things are today? Well, let’s see: we have an appointment with our tax man this afternoon.
Where’s the weekend already?