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| This is the face I saw in the mirror an hour ago – and not, not of him ha ha, of myself. |
Husband: Would you be my Valentine? – he asked via mobile text this morning.
Me: Fuck, I forgot it’s Valentine’s Day!
Who invented Valentine’s Day anyway? Probably someone who was childless. Why do I say that? Well, as I keep reading about the beauty of motherhood in some of my favourite blogs, there is not enough time to go the extra mile when looking after toddlers.
My almost 16mo baby girl keeps me running all the time, I’m exhausted and sometimes injured.
She wears off my nervous system to a point I can’t stand too long in the supermarket not even for groceries.
Baby M, is heavy and my upper body is in constant pain so my first thought is to vanish on the couch.
So no, I do not want to be your Valentine’s dear hubby.
And yet, my jaw remains open.
Perhaps we can stay home low key?
Perhaps we can just stare at the upper right corner of our ceiling and clear our minds? Together.
I know he will understand. I know he will encourage me to relax and breath if necessary, but can’t really remove from my head that today’s celebration of love is ruined for us.
Do you think this would do the trick? NO, it’s not new and… YES it is pretty.
