So, being the last minute mom I am sometimes I of course had my son sit down last night to write up his Valentine's to his classmates. Knowing that there were 20 some odd to do, I really should have known better then to think this would be a easy task.
It started out with him getting worked up because he couldn't tear them apart. So, I took one off and showed him then how to fold them, peel the heart off the sticker sheet and use it to seal up the Valentine's. That of course spiraled because he couldn't fold the cards, couldn't get the stickers off etc etc.
So we made the deal that I would tear them, fold them, take the sticker off and seal them. All is good. While making dinner I hear the familiar signs of frustration coming from him.
What's wrong? I ask him.
I don't have a pen.
Ok, get one.
Problem solved? No.
Now, we didn't have a hard spot to write on. I sent him off to the diningroom table.
Think i'm now good to continue on with dinner, I of course should have known.
He had started his first Valentine, only have written the receipiant in the From portion, and his name in the to section. As we all know, because it's not perfect it was the start of a melt down.
I quickly agreed to write his Valentine's to his class, while he agreed to write the one's for his teachers. I let him know (again) that it's ok to make mistakes and I'm sure the recepiant wouldn't even notice.
As he is writing his Valentine's, his 3 year old sister is running around with the Valentine's heart's trying to place them on every surface of her and the home. Of course, this leads to more frustration. This means there might not be enough hearts, and of course again - they won't be perfect!
An hour and half later - 25 Valentine's were written and ready to head to school today.
Mom - while once the kids were tucked away in bed, enjoy'd a nice quiet glass of wine! ;)
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