But I sit and take stock now and then and decide all over again that I'll take my new kind of nuts. It leaves me sort of exhausted and soul-bruised sometimes, but this is the life I was meant to live - at least today, but probably not forever, because if there's one thing I know for sure it's that as soon as things start to seem normal, a shake-down happens.
I'm fine with that. It lends a certain air of adventure to life. Even if it does interfere with my seasonal decor.
Before 11 pm last night I had exactly two Valentine's decorations out - a fabric heart hanging from the pantry knob that Cory repeatedly removes because it "bugs" him, and my now-brown-at-the-edges newspaper heart wreath.
I'm a disgrace to cupids everywhere.
But I hit my stride late last night and overcame obstacles in the vein of missing tape and smooshed garlands. I strung up every existing decoration I could find from Valentines of yesteryear. It was total hodge-podge, gaudy and wonky.
It was kid perfection.
I make plenty of Mama mis-steps, but I like to think that I do holidays some justice. They aren't magazine-worthy or even pin-worthy, but they are always Calvin/Ruby/Silas approved.
They're momentos of my love for them and though they wouldn't doubt it in the absence of crayon-wax hearts, I adore creating these moments just for them, just for us. It always feels like a privilege.
Just like that, all was forgiven. Funny how that happens around here.
Silas is always the one who notices these things most acutely. I love him for it.
We giggled for the heck of it, and because dangling breakfast hearts will do that to a person.
Mud Love bracelet on each plate, chosen with intention.
The Mud Love people don't know me and I don't know them, but I love the work they're doing. Bracelets and necklaces are made in a nearby town and sell for just $5 a pop. 20% of their profits go toward clean water in Africa. Win-Win-Win! And there are tons of words and band colors to choose from.
(I spy Christmas decorations still hanging at the windows. What have I become??!)
He's such a swoony love bug. Especially when he's not thrashing around all the live-long night.
Here's to hot dates scheduled for the weekend.
Here's to a full night's sleep. (Please, God.)
Happy Valentine's Day, Lovies. I wish I could send you all a homemade box of truffles.
Except I didn't make any this year.
So would you settle for tomato soup?