Valentine’s Day again. It’s been hectic so far. But Mondays usually are since I have to leave work a half hour early to get home in time for my husband to leave for his school. THEN I have to get one sleepy nine year old up/fed/clothed to take to school and the other two Rugrats up and clothed to go along for the ride.
Shortly after midnight (while at work), I realized I’d forgotten all about my 3rd grader’s party. They were supposed to decorate their own Valentine’s gift bag/box and have Valentine’s cards for all 24 classmates. Of course the drive home this morning had as many red lights, cop cars, and wrecks to keep me from making good time on the road. Stopping at Kroger to buy the necessary Spiderman “27 Lenticular Valentines” didn’t speed things up much.
The cards got labeled, ink promptly smudged, breakfast devoured, bladders emptied, vitamins swallowed, lunch packed, and kids with sleep-crusted eyes were buckled in. We left our house ten minutes behind schedule and made it to school with two minutes to spare. Whew!
Doesn’t really feel like Valentine’s Day this year. Probably since I didn’t buy anyone anything. I had hoped to have my tax return money by now, but the IRS is slow this year.
More importantly, today marks fifteen years since my grandfather William Albert Oggs— a.k.a. Billy, a.k.a “B”—left this world. He was full of life, fun, great one-liners, curse words, and love. He did a crossword puzzle every day, enjoyed Scotch at night, made the best Chicken Salad Sandwiches on Earth, loved Western novels and listening to Opera. He didn’t tolerate running indoors_at all_. If I recall correctly, his favorite rock song was CCR- Lookin’ Out My Backdoor. He is missed by all who knew him for more reasons than I could ever list here.
On a lighter note, I'm counting down the hours until the Bonnaroo 2011 Lineup is announced even though we still don’t know if we can go this year. ☺