Conferences can be so energizing. Returning from them can be demoralizing, esp as a working parent. Taking a little too much time in the Orlando sun, I flew out of my hotel room leaving my jacket behind. I ran into the house to warm up, dropped my bags at the door, put on all the fleece I owned, and fell down dead into bed.
Today, I pulled myself out of bed, a bit bitter about it, and scrambled to get Jonah dressed and out of the door with lunch, permission slips, and valentines to exchange. Which left me with this tornado of a home. It looks like we were robbed, but the only thing that’s gone is the warm feeling I had in the Orlando sun.
This year, my valentine reads:
Roses are red, violets are blue, my home is a hot mess, but there’s only so much I can do.
Sign Sealed Delivered (and sitting on my counter top)
I’ll Stop the World and Melt with You (like the snow melting off these boots and on to my floor).
Ain’t no Mountain High Enough (to help me see over this pile of stuff)
Dreaming my Dreams with You (and these cats self-cleaning their own litter box)