I feel like my children deserve an apology for the fact their Valentine’s parties coincided with grad school. I stayed up late in Thursday night to randomly place generic stickers all over a pre-colored box. I would like to post a picture but I’m afraid that my pinterest account might get deactivated for the absolute lack of creativity. Ok. Here it is. Don’t judge.
At this point, half of you are thinking that at least I didn’t send her to class empty-handed while the other half wonder why I haven’t had my mommy-card revoked. Personally, I think she’s lucky I didn’t send her to school with last year’s Easter basket. (It is pink and sparkly and I was really tired.)
The guilt really comes in though when I look at previous creations. For Noah’s first Valentine’s Day school party he got a space ship. The next year he had a Captain America shield. That was BS (Before gradSchool). I had time to sleep back then. I also had 1/3 of the little people in my house as a do now. They were simple times. I could be creative. I could go to the parties. I could paint with him. I could sleep.