I carry a purse because you insist when I know I could fit everything important (car keys, cell phone and debit card) in my bra...
I get up out of warm nest of cuddly boys when you are calling and the cell phone is across the room (actually I just send one of the said cuddly boys to get it) your calls are always important to me...
I occasionally make you mashed potatoes (I don't like them, I hate peeling them)...
I try to park nicely in the driveway so you can fit your truck in too...
I act concerned with how clean or messy the garage is when you complain about it...
I try to adhere to the mail system (this is the one where you are actually supposed to empty your own mailbox every day and follow up on the important letters, for the record, I am not a fan)
I only own one cat...
I've held back on adopting 17 little boys from Haiti, a miniature pot bellied pig and a giant gopher tortoise that was on Craigslist the other day for free (you know this kills me)...
We don't have a micro farm in the backyard or a solar power house (yet)...
I occasionally buy soda and beer...
I don't have any pink furniture (just throwing that in, I wouldn't actually do it, but please be thankful that I haven't done it)
I drop the children off at Miss Tammie's because I know you couldn't do it (on a side note you are already at work, but let's focus on me here)...
I spend hours doing meticulous cleaning jobs that don't really matter to me but impress you (this is actually a tactic, if the whole house is a mess, but I can manage to say something like, I vacuumed and polished the patio door track, it's kinda impressive when in all reality it is just a really fun project for a bunch of little boys, a vacuum and a bottle of Windex)
I don't own any Coach purses or have any shoes I paid over $100 for. I do own one pair I got at the thrift shop for $4.00 (which I thought was a bit steep) and found online for $400...
On the note of thrift shops, I limit myself to a Family Thrift outing once per month. If it were up to me, you know I'd be there everyday...
I still kiss you when you forget to shave, OUCH...
I will even sometimes prepare shrimp for you even though the thought of touching and eating something with the toenail still attached grosses me out...
I try to sneak out of the house without waking anyone up Saturday mornings even though I miss you and it would be a really nice time to talk to you without an audience of small boys... but you look so peaceful sleeping this morning, so I'll go out and quietly blog in the 4:30 am peace and darkness...
I do all this because I love you...
Happy Valentine's Day. I am fully aware this is late, but as you know bringing the little boys down the overcrowded sickly pink Valentine isle at Target and then staying up half the night addressing one to each and every class member and misc school staff (janitor, librarian, vice principal, girl in the office, Gavin insisted), takes quite awhile and quite frankly makes me hate Valentine's day. So now that the day has passed and all the left over Valentine's stuff is in the cart stuck in the quiet corner labeled 75% off, only now will I celebrate and acknowledge the true meaning...
I wouldn't want to be on this journey with anyone else. I love you and please enjoy your Saturday with the boys, Sorry the house is a little messy, we were very busy, but we did manage to dust all the ceiling fans...
