valentine's day is a woman-killer

Tomorrow is Miss A's last day at school. It's also "100s Day" for the boys. Those events, plus Valentine's day, have created a maelstrom of time-consuming tasks designed to make me up my meds.

Miss A's class could bring in Valentine's anytime from yesterday through Monday, so she is able to sneak in and partake of the V-day fun even though she'll be gone by then. I didn't realize this until last night, so today I had to run out and buy a box of Valentines and after school she had to address them all.

That got the boys and Haney excited about their Valentines, so everyone wanted to do theirs. Haney can write her name but that's it. The other kids can do their own writing, but need help tearing their Valentines along perforations and inserting tiny tattoos into teeny slits in those Valentines.

During the two hours I was helping with Valentines, I had to pee the whole time, was really hungry, and was stressed by having so many requests pending at all times. Then as soon as they finished their Valentines I hurried and set the table and made a salad and cut the awesome lasagna I made from scratch (did I mention I'm awesome?).

After dinner was an angsty time over such trials as homework and baths and tv that the non-homework people were watching. Someone pooped in the tub. It was not me. Suddenly it was 8 and the boys were still in their clothes and Miss A was only wearing a towel and we hadn't read our story yet. And Miss A asked when she and I were going to bake cupcakes to take in to her class tomorrow. Curses!

Then she threw a giant fit over getting dressed so it was easy to say I was going to make the damn cupcakes myself and she could help me frost them in the morning.

Much later, as Jason and I were frantically baking red velvet cupcakes from a mix that tastes like Milk Bones smell, I remembered that tomorrow is 100s Day and the boys were each supposed to count out 100 pieces of a small food item that could be added to a class Trail Mix.

Are you thinking about how gross it is to make Trail Mix out of foods that 23 different kindergarteners have touched? I am.

Because I am awesome (an have an unrelated rotator cuff injury) I did buy a bag of chocolate chips and a bag of Reese's Pieces this weekend. But what this means is that tomorrow morning I have to allow time to frost cupcakes with Miss A and count candies with both boys.

I felt so proud of us when we finished all 125 Valentines today (because Haney has to make Valentines for each of her teenaged assistant teachers! Seriously!) but it got me completely off my game.