"Lisa, don't you ruin another Love Day!" -Homer

This day is not going as planned.
No, I did not have visions of roses and handsome cab rides and violins being pizzicatoed outside my bedroom window. Definitely not my thing. We actually celebrated  Valentines Day on Saturday, at a bistro in the small town of Morden, listening to the folksy,  rock-y, somewhat cheeky, and full-of-soul tunes of Del Barber. It was...perfect! So, no, I had no real wishes for today (not that I normally do). Just a clean house. A happy baby. Something special for supper. A somewhat put together wife for my husband to come home to.
I didn't get any of these.
I was looking forward to this week because lately I've been putting in full time hours at the cracker factory, and I'm feeling the exhaustion that day-to-evening-to-day-to-night-back-to-day-shift brings. So a full six days off was looking pret-ty good to me. I just didn't count on feeling the way I have been. Tired, shaky, quick to get emotional and stressed, just plain crappy. Today was the worst day so far for this. I had woken up from a terrible dream, realized it was 9:00am and heard Hudson wailing from his crib. I quickly went to him to get him up, and was greeted by a half-naked baby who had taken off his diaper and was now finger painting himself and his crib with his findings.
And the day just got poopier from there.
So I revised my wish list for the day. The  list now included a nap for Hudson and myself, and to get some form of supper on the table, special or not. I did get the dishes done (dishwasher is on the fritz), the floor swept, the poop laundry washed, and for myself I squeezed in a workout and a bath, but after that - I was pretty much done. I finally convinced Hudson to nap at around 2:00pm, but by 3:00pm he was already shrieking. I lay down for a few minutes too after Ty got home, but it was also short-lived and I got up feeling worse then before.
Sigh. It's all good though. I sent a frazzled text to Ty in the middle of the afternoon and his response was basically, "It's ok, I'll take care of things." I warned him he would be greeted by a  haggard looking woman and a cranky, overtired baby and dinner would be simply buffalo chicken wraps and oven sweet potato fries - but true to his nature, he came home and rescued me. He took Hudson off my hands and let me make supper in peace and right at this moment is starting the dishes. I am still feeling not great, but knowing my knight is right here with me, taking care of our little family makes for a very good Valentines Day indeed. And now I hear cries of, "Hudson, let go of the scissors!", so now maybe it's time I go do some rescuing of my own.

Hope your day was full of love!

Cookies for Mr.K's grade 5/6 class.

And one for my littlest Valentine!