...and the M.O.T.Y. award goes to....

...some other mother who actually pays attention to the world around her and not just her own selfish needs!!!!!



Oy. Its another holiday. You know, the one where love is supposed to be in the air and we are all supposed to trade cards and candy even if we don't really know or like the other person all that much. NO i'm not talking about your spouse/significant other.

Remember in school when Valentine's day came around and it was almost as good as Easter or Christmas because you KNEW there would be a party with candy and chaos! And as you got into the older grades you couldn't wait to see what little foldable piece of cardboard that cute guy or gal you'd been crushing on since Halloween would choose for you!!

In my kid's case, it was what Valentine I chose based on what the kid's name was and what I thought they might look like. Pretty names got the "Will you be my Battle Brawler" Bakugan cards, and boring names got "Time to Brawl!" Bakugan cards. Each card had a freakin tiny little tattoo that was supposed to go in it. SOMEONE please tell me HOW THE HECK are you supposed to keep the tattoo inside the card? All you have to keep the card shut is this tiny little red heart sticker that rips when you take it off the sticker sheet. SO I had to scotch tape each tattoo to each card.

You may be asking, why isn't Alex (the child in question) doing all this hard work?

Let me tell you why. Because he has ME for a mother! When it comes to sitting down and having heart to heart talks about important stuff like, "Honey let me show you what a black lung looks like on Google Image search. Don't ever smoke" and, "Honey let's look at what cirrhosis of the liver looks like on WebMD. Don't ever drink." I AM YOUR MOMMA.

But when you need someone who's head is screwed on in the correct direction who knows how to read a calendar and also knows what month and even sometimes year it is you may need to look elsewhere. Supermom I am not. Hell I barely remember my own birthday. There is something about appointed dates and times that my brain just does not like to hold on to. I know I am not alone with this. But sometimes I feel so bad for my kids that they are the only ones who didn't have Valentine's to pass out to their friends. Or the ones who's mom said she would send in a package of Butterscotch Chips to a peanut free classroom and she bought Peanut Butter chips because it was the same color as butterscotch.

Anyhoodle, this morning around 10:30am I remembered I had not had the kids make their Valentines (WHICH my Mother who IS closer to Supermom and still possesses super powers of ESP went out and BOUGHT FOR ME because she knows I am a tard and never remember). Luckily for Alex we were bringing the baby to his Valentine's party at 1:30pm. I returned home from a trip to Burlington this morning at exactly 1:01pm and feverishly prepared his cards using the list provided by the teacher that I came THIS close to chucking in the trash yesterday. I only made 2 duplicates and left out 1 other kid so hey 21 out of 22 kids got their cards.

And 1 out of 2 kids ain't bad I guess. Poor Alicia.