Valentine's Day

I know most of you had a wonderful day full of love and cards, candy and flowers. Not me. I did have the love part, but none of the traditional valentine's kind. My day was kind of a downer (to no fault of Rob's). Ben has had an ear infection for the last two weeks and since he has tubes that means his ear is a constant drain. Well, on Wednesday it started bleeding and I had to take him in to the doctor yesterday. The kids were running amuck and being soooo loud in the doctors office. The doc, who was wonderful with the kids, turns to me and says, "I never know whether to blame the parents or the kids". Thanks, buddy. The kids were just on one. The climate of how my day runs is determined by Noah. If he wants to be nice, then all the kids are nice. If he decides to instigate, then the day is a shambled mess. Any advice? So, one nice thing was that the boys somewhat let me have down time while Isabella slept. I popped in a movie and they were relatively quiet. I had to pick up Ben's prescriptions at the hospital after her nap and that means more sitting in a quiet place with sick people all around. They were okay in my book, but people around me were sure having a fun time laughing at us. I always catch attention when I go out with all of them. Rob came home from his CE course in San Diego after that for some much needed R & R for me. He is so productive. He got the kids to clean up the tornado that swept through the living room and then we all had a nice dinner together. He had an important home teaching appointment last night so he was off and I had to deal with getting Ben to take his first dose of amoxicillian all by myself. He was so tired and cranky, but I did it. As soon as the kids were down, Rob came home, finished a table presentation that he had to do while I read The Kite Runner. Our romantic evening was topped off while we folded this gigantic pile of laundry together while watching Survivor.

There were actually two more loads than this. We then fell asleep reading together in bed. Ah, romance. It was my fault as much as Rob's for not planning a smashing evening. To my credit, though, we did just have a great birthday last month and we are going dancing on Saturday night at a ward valentine's party. Sometimes feeling loved is being comfortable just being yourself. Oh, and Rob got up at 6am to do the enormous pile of dishes this morning. That's the best valentines day present I could ask for. I love you babe!