We’ve never been big on Valentine’s Day in our house. There’s something about obligatory gifting that has never appealed to us so each year we get a pizza (which, let’s be serious, is exactly what I do want) and call it a day. I can honestly say I’ve never wanted anything for Valentine’s Day. (Can you hear all the men out there saying “oh suuuuure?”)
This year, with two little boys in the house, I sat down to think about what I really would like for Valentine’s Day.
This was top of my list. We were blessed with two big babies who love to sleep. However, that doesn’t mean I don’t wish they had a snooze button.
I don’t mean the cup I’ve reheated (and forgotten in the microwave) so many times that the taste is starting to fade. I want a piping hot cup of coffee someone else makes and hands to me while I lounge in my PJs and catch up on the book that’s been sitting on my nightstand for 4 months. Which reminds me that book is probably long overdue to the library.
I’d like to watch The Bachelor without hitting pause to feed someone. Unless that someone is myself of course and we’re talking about Oreos. Or wine. I’ll hit pause for that.
An extra hour
An extra hour to gather my thoughts and feed myself before the kiddies wake up in the morning? Yes, please. (If you’re asking yourself, “well then why doesn’t she just wake up earlier” … please see #1)
Hot when it’s supposed to be hot. Cereal that hasn’t gone soggy. Food on my plate and not on my clothes and in my hair.
A fairy godmother
Oh to come home from a trip to the zoo to find my house has been magically transformed into a pristine palace. Folded clean laundry, a glistening bathroom, neatly organized toys and books and dinner on the stove. Ahh someone pinch me. Think she could tackle the horror that undoubtedly lies beneath my little one’s car seat? How about walking (or being walked by, rather) my crazy dog? Add that to the list please.
One more newborn nap on my chest. One more bottle they still need me to hold. One more day to enjoy that goofy gummy grin before they get their first tooth. One more feeding in the middle of the night when the house is silent and it’s just the two of us. One more minute holding them while they sleep before I put them in their own bed. One more day in those sweet baby-blue jammies that I brought them both home in. That’s what I really want when it all comes down to it. One more opportunity to enjoy just how little they are even though they seems to be getting so big so fast. Isn’t that what we all really want?