Still, the good news is that I am now fine and dandy. This afternoon I plan on going shopping for the dreaded Valentines Day gift... God I hate Valentines.We don't really "do" Valentines Day, but still feel that a token card and pressie is due, mainly because its the day we finally got together... 23 years ago.The thing is, what do I get ? Usually some sort of gift born of desperation and last minute angst - either hopelessly expensive and un-needed or cheap tat that will also find its way to the back of a drawer pretty pronto.
Either way, when it comes down to it the main thing that matters is that we love each other, be it Valentines Day or not.
I came to the conclusion last night, after a row with my revolting ( sometimes) eldest son, that actually I have so little to worry about in my life at the moment that I am very very fortunate.I was sitting on my sofa glugging down a steaming mug of Green and Blacks organic hot chocolate, and feeling pissed off with the said boys vampirish obsession with all things teenage, computer based and sulk tinged, when I had a eureka moment.I actually thought... Good Grief! Is this it? Is this my biggest worry? My 12 year old thinks I am a crap mum because I made him leave all things electronic downstairs at bed time. Wow. How lucky am I ??
I snuggled down deeper into the cushions and giggled to myself.I have now typed up ( how old fashioned does that sound??) a holiday rota of chores for both offspring.Today it is #1 son's dishwasher day. He is in sole charge of the thing from morning to night.For a treat I have even promised to let him turn the thing on and spray all surfaces of my kitchen. Remarkably he appears quite enthused by the whole thing...