It all began with a shower. A peaceful, hot winter shower. If you have been reading this blog, you’ll know that a lot lf my problems begin with me thinking I can go and take a shower. For some reason, although a theory proven to be untrue every time, I still believe my children will behave themselves while I’m washing up. By children, I mean the two year old mob boss living in my home.
Valentine’s Day was no different. I hoped in the shower and it was lovely and uneventful. I got dressed, finished my hair and makeup, accessorized, all the while thinking my two year old was playing with his trains in his bedroom. After I was finished getting ready for my day, I came down stairs for my coffee and found a romantic interlude for two. Just like in the soap operas.
It was more like a St. Valentine’s Day Massacre. My two year old climbed up on the dining room table, knocked over a vase full of roses, plucked all their petals out and left the carnage for mommy to fine.
Happy Valentine’s Day!!
I should mention that while I was in the shower Levi did appear in the doorway with a rose stem. Odd but yet again, not enough to make me end my shower early. When, oh when, will I learn?
I don’t think anything will ever trump a quiet, hot winter shower……barring certain injury.
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