Put a Little Love in Your Heart

Confession:

This week, I just haven't been feelin' it.  I do not feel fun, laughy, glittery, rainbowy, go-with-the-flowy, patient-y, or super-mom-y and I'm truly and genuinely sorry.  A while ago, I came down with a major toothache, which led to a visit to the dentist, which led to a $10,000* crown, which led to still having a toothache, which will lead to a $10,000* root canal today.  That is my only (obviously weak) excuse.  But when a nerve is pinging you in your head, you tend to crank a little bit.  It is like the one nerve I had left is currently inflamed and possibly on fire within molar #19.  Or is it 18?  I can't even remember.  I'm just not myself.  I was on the earbud with Lee today (We're earbud people now.  Best thing that's ever happened to our marriage.  We talk all the livelong day.  Sometimes we just stay connected and go about our business until the batteries die.  It's equal parts strange and cool.) whilst I was harrangling our bunch through Sam's Club, and he said in my ear(bud), "Um, you're using your angry voice.  In public."  (Only he said "ang-y" because that's how Jillian says it.)  And there I was, busted for (fairly quietly) using my ang-y voice right there in the middle of the produce department.  The first step to recovering is admitting you have a problem.  So I hear.

*These figures are slightly exaggerated for dramatic effect.

Yes, this about sums it up.  "Go entertain yourselves in the backyard!", I said.  And so they did.

One of only a couple of photos I took of Donovan this week.  They were all blurry.  There's vinegar in the bottle and baking soda in the balloon.  Mad science redeems Mommy every time.

Hilarious depiction of their personalities...Donovan cautiously squinting and protecting his face, Benny's eyes getting even wider...thought bubble above his head that reads, "bring it, baking soda and vinegar!"

Jillian in her lovely pink gingham frock.  From last year.  That she wore for 3 straight days last week.  The second of which was Sunday.  Yes, she rolled straight out of bed, we buttoned the only button that will still stay fastened on the back, slapped a matching bow in her hair and high-tailed it to church.  Because we were late, of course.  And sometimes you have to pick your battles.

So.  In order to break out of this funk, I'm officially declaring that today, I solemnly semi-promise to:

1.  Not say shhh once.
2.  Say yes to 3 ridiculous requests that would usually be met with a big, fat no.
3.  Only use my ang-y voice if we are in a dire situation that leaves me no reasonable alternative (such as the sing-songy, super fake voice..."you'd better stah-aaaahp thaaaaat!")
4.  Make red velvet cupcakes.

Why?  Because it's Valentine's Day, loved ones.  And I'm all about the love.

Happy Valentine's Day to you and you and you!

xoxo

P.S.  Did I really book myself a root canal on Valentine's Day?!  What in the world?