Being a mom is payback for how you treat your own mother. Case in point: Valentine’s Day.
My mom always made something special, had a card, and little gifts for us. When I was in college and in London, I always got a package. I always kind of hated it.
So why would I expect different results when I tried to make a little something nice this morning!? Instead OJ was too distracted by the BALLOONS! and the airplane sticker book to eat and T was a grumpy morning saurus, blah blah blah about morning meetings, conference calls and TPS reports.
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY! from the ladybug (way cuter than Cupid).