Mark and I aren’t big on Valentine’s day, probably because for a week, it’s Valentine’s all day, every day. Plus our high school had this tradition where you can buy someone a flower, anonymous or with a note, and then it would get delivered to you during homeroom period on Valentine’s Day. The pretty cheerleader girls always got delivered multiple flowers. Since I never had a boyfriend all throughout high school, it pretty much sucked, plus as art major goths we thought the tradition was stupid. But my friends and I would buy each other sympathy flowers anyway so at least we didn’t walk around school flowerless all day and unloved. I know the gesture is nice, but don’t school administration remember what it’s like to be a teenager where everything ends up being a popularity contest?
Thanks to everyone who ordered treats for their Valentine’s this year – it was our biggest Valentine’s Day yet so it definitely kept Mark busy in the kitchen all week. And because Valentine’s prep week always coincides with Mia’s birthday week (’cause ya know birthdays just drag on for days), the beginning of February is always hectic.
We survived another birthday party, the first drop off party we’ve hosted. We had 14 girls over for Valentine’s Day card making, cookie decorating, pin the arrow on the heart playing, fun. The girls were sweet and well behaved and surprisingly didn’t dump every toy basket all over the floor (in fact, the girls’ room remained intact – a birthday miracle!). The trick is to have almost every minute of the 2 hour party scheduled with activities or else they start running amuck and that’s when mayhem can ensue, but Mark and I kept it pretty much in control with him muttering, “we’re never doing this again” only once (oh c’mom Mark, you know we’re going to have to do this again). The only time I got really scared was when Mark brought out the cake and to get everyone’s attention, started singing “Happy Birthday” really loudly which then gave the girls permission to continue singing very loudly. Imagine 14 little girls singing at the top of their lungs and for some strange reason, channeling Ethel Merman while they’re at it, and I guarantee you’d be scared too.
So we’re done with our rough week and we don’t have to think about birthday parties again for another 8 months. Mia, however, gets to go to another birthday tonight – a sleepover party, in fact. I hear 7 girls are coming over and sleeping on one big multiple airbed mattress in the living room. Those parents are brave.