I was most excited for today because I had plans to attend a Mary Kay Brunch party at my sisters house. With a bunch of sweet women I love and adore. I wanted the chance to dress up in my red hot maternity skinnies (not sure how 'skinny' they are these days), and drop my kid off at my parents for the morning. No time for heart shaped pancakes here. Momma's morning out!
In fact? My toddler threw a tantrum because I (god-forbid) sliced her banana instead of giving it to her whole this morning. The horror.
A Valentines outfit for her? Nope. I didn't have one planned. The one cute Valentines-ish outfit she got for Christmas from my sister in law was dirty because she wore it only 3 days ago. Planning is not my strong suit. But we made something else work. And she got out the door with hearts on her shirt. I call that a win.
We managed to even stop for two valentines day balloons on the way. Besides, couldn't walk in empty-handed to my parents, drop my kid off & be all HAPPY DAY OF LOVE, PEACE OUT! without at least sending a balloon. And my kid, of course.
Finally, to the Mary Kay facial party I went. I am a ginormous MK fan, you guys. Like, love. Love love love. Yes, it's a wonder I don't sell the stuff. In fact, I'm sure my friend & amazing consultant wonders the same thing. But honestly? I'd just rather give her my business. She did a RED LIP LOOK on me! A RED HOT LIP!
I swore I could not pull this off, and maybe I still can't--BUT! RED LIPS! HOT RED LIPS! ow ow!
|me & my sissy, red-lippin' it yo.|
I pulled into my parents to pick up The Girl, and she could NOT stop staring at my lips. She kept telling me how pretty it was and she wanted me to kiss her lips transferring some of the lipstick onto her. Don't die of the cuteness, because I already did. I'm writing this from the grave.
You know what else? We left my parents with the same dang balloon we came with. Because? My kid bawled her eyes out when we tried to leave the "boon! boon!!!!" with my mom. Talk about a gift-giving fail. I'll have to teach her all about that thing we call being an indian-giver. (Sidenote: why DO we call it that?)
I walked into my house and on my kitchen counter sat two of the prettiest flower bouquets I ever did see. One with a card for me, and one with a card for Emeline. My heart stopped a little and I let out a sweet sigh. My man. He pulled through. What a good daddy & husband he is.
And you know what? I instagrammed that shizz instantly. LOOK HOW LUCKY WE ARE!!!!!!!! HE LOVES US! HE REALLY LOVES US! And then? I let my toddler tear into the gifts from her Aunt. And now? I look around my house, can smell my roses, and it looks like Valentines Day exploded all over the 2nd floor--but? Totally happy about it.
Yes. I think I do like this "holiday" quite much. Even though I postponed Valentines Day until next week in this household. Don't ask.
Happy day of lurrrve. I'm feelin' it.