Ahhh, the hormones are getting to me but I'm not sure if it's changing brain's or mine. He was very angry with me last night, feeling that I don't really listen to him.
Which to be fair is true.
But I have made a promise to try harder and as god is my witness and there is wine to consume, I will. But it's all so painful.
So this is how I get back at the children for forcing these promises upon me (and the 13 years of poor sleeping): I make Valentine's Day cards for them.
Jakob's were adorable Clone War cards complete with a chocolate heart attached to them and therefore boring and not worth posting.
Satchel's were brilliant if I do say so myself and only slightly soggy from the tears of laughter I shed while folding them in half. What 13 year old boy wouldn't want to hand these little beauties out? Frankly I'm surprised I'm not working for Hallmark.
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I made these specifically to hand out to girls. Satchel looked at the cards, flipped and read the cards, looked at me and said in a serious voice "now why do you think I would want to hand these out?"
I couldn't help myself, I started crying again.
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