St. Valentine Would Not Approve

I wonder if sometimes we put way too much pressure on making things something they weren’t intended to be. Like Valentine’s Day. Do you think Saint Valentine intended self-induced diabetes and sugar headaches and roller skating parties with The Dancing Queen on repeat? I can’t be certain, but I can’t think that’s what he would have liked for his day.  Some tea perhaps…or a nice exchange of cards.

My Valentine’s day was cra- to the -zay.  I still might not be recovered. In fact, I know I’m not because I have since sworn an oath of NO SUGAR for at least two weeks and that’s just crazy in itself.

The day started out ok…the usual.  School, spelling words, “a” says aaa, the Great Depression, and all that goodness. Then I realized it was 30 minutes til we had to be out the door and I hadn’t showered.  Twenty-four wildly frosted cupcakes with heart-shaped sprinkles, a mad dash shower, and a leotard later we were out the door.  A whirl through McDonalds and a spin through the bank for cash later we were at ballet…for 45 minutes and then we were back in the car on the way to our annual homeschool Valentine party at the roller rink. 

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I felt like I was half zombie watching all the activities. It could have had something to do with the chocolate here and the Tootsie pop there all day that had put me in a sugared stupor.  I watched 150 little kids..some struggling and some not so struggling to stay on their feet in roller skates (mine tended to lean towards the strugglers) while they jammed to Get Down On It and shoved frosted sugar cookie after frosted sugar cookie into their little faces.  The ones not doing those activities were intently shoving Valentines into homeade boxes and bags so we could take them home and eat more candy.

4:00 and the grand finale. Sad for some and ok for me…time for home at last.  Til I’m on the interstate driving home and my gas light pops on.  Ooops. I always put that off.  I made it without any huge issue…I do have AAA just in case, but the Toyota Prius in front of me going 45mpr getting 80 miles to the gallon was none too helpful…but we made it home all the same.

Home to a package from Granny with more candy and a dinner to prepare and my darling sprite saying the f-word repeatedly as she tried to find words to rhyme with ‘duck.’  She’s in the rhyming/song writing phase…it’s marvelous. Now sweetie, we shouldn’t make up words because sometimes you are saying words that aren’t nice…on repeat as well.

6:00.  Jarrod is (finally) home. I give him his gift of a box of chocolates and a lovey movie.  He gives me my gift of a box of chocolates and a lovey movie.  We laugh about that over our spaghetti and meatball dinner followed by Lady and the Tramp and a gurney to bed. 

I woke up tired and groggy and never wanting to see a granule of sugar ever again.  Ever. I started a sugar fast yesterday and intend on fasting for several weeks. Yesterday I had berries for dessert…it was nice.  Thank God for weekends and naps and berries to recoup from all these previous festivities.

Hope your new week is even better than last.  Here’s to Mondays and fresh new weeks…

xo,
{alicia}