Crush

Just what this week did. Crush. I searched in my head for a title. Perhaps Holly and the Awful, No Good, Terrible Valentine's Day, Mal-entine's Day, Hey this week was Sh*tastic! I waited to write anything because I knew I was being self-indulgent and maudlin. It got better...

I love Valentine's Day. I know it's a silly holiday and most people I know don't make a big deal out of it. Especially when you are married and have kids. It's such a sweet and happy holiday if you look past all of the usual commercial proclamations of love including gifts, flowers, dinner, etc. Mostly I just love hearts. And pink.

Mike left last Sunday for a work trip so I have been a single parent. On this particular holiday I managed to set off my house alarm, deal with a bloody nose (Elise's), soothe a sick (again) baby, almost get hit by a car and almost hit a pedestrian all while having an epic migraine headache. And get flipped off twice. I curled up into a pile of mush, stared at the roses Mike sent before he left and cried my day away. I actually didn't cry...I drank some wine and read a book. (And note all of the almosts!)

The week ended on a nicer note. I managed to get in some yoga and running every day, download new Radiohead and read two books. Mike will return Saturday and I will greet him with a smile on my face and two living, happy children.