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All I really want

Monday, February 14, 2011 Leave a Comment

Phew. It's over.

Like most holidays, Valentine's Day is not a day of relaxation for moms.

Sure, there's the sweet hugs and kisses from my boys, and the lovely flowers my husband surprises me with every year. (And he broke with his favorite Asian flower shop downtown tradition to support Amore Fiori this year. Aww, thanks honey, I loved the tulips! I wonder how many other moms got tulips as a result of my hint?)

But mostly, the day is a flurry of Elmer's glue and construction paper and scissors and crayons -- and don't forget the stickers, Mom! -- as we scramble to make 18 Valentine's for my boy's preschool class. He managed to write his name on 5 of them before he completely lost interest. I had to finish the rest solo.

Then there's sugar cookies and candy hearts -- what does this one say, Mom! -- and chocolate and lollipops and sugar highs and crashes. Just when they're wiped out in front of Toy Story, the doorbell rings and another exciting round of Valentine's from neighbors begins! Mom, let's make more!

This round, my boy filled gallon-sized Zip-Loc bags with handfuls of candy hearts, and delivered them door to door. Forget the glue and paper hearts.

They didn't touch their dinner, couldn't decide on a bedtime story, and went to bed happy and exhausted.

And I am looking forward to my bed. My amazing new Tempur-Pedic bed, where I lay down and don't move a muscle the entire night long. Not TV, not books, not romance (sorry, honey), just 8 hours of uninterrupted, REM-filled, deep sleep. Isn't that what all moms really want?