Life is like an EMPTY box of chocolates?

Am I the only new mommy who got her butt kicked by Valentine’s Day? In my before-baby life, I thought of this holiday-of-love as an added excuse to be playfully naughty+nice with my Hubby. Yesterday yielded no such results. Welcome to parenthood, right?

That’s not to say that I didn’t have a good day… LadyP and I had fun on a stroll in the sunshine while picking up some fancy-schmancy Italian appetizers, wine and ooey-gooey Crumbs cupcakes to surprise our man of the house when he got home from work. My big V-Day fantasy consisted of getting my goods, getting home by 3pm (to put LadyP down for a nap) then getting myself cute (shower, hair, high-heels and all)… while having enough time to do a huge antipasto-display on our wedding china for when Hubby walked through the door… then putting LadyP to bed, followed by (you fill-in the blank). HA. HA. HA. I can hear veteran moms cackling everywhere. I’m usually pretty good at planning ahead (thanks to my own mom’s brainwashing when I was young), but yesterday went slightly awry… I was about 1 hour late all day and couldn’t catch up. I still felt jetlagged from my trip to NYC and a busy weekend (with Matt Damon, see previous post), and the caffeine in my coffee was apparently on strike. My reality: Getting home with my bags of tricks at 4pm (not showered, in my stretchpants and tennies, dirty hair in a ponytail)… and overdue to feed LadyP. My husband came home – 1 hour earlier than expected! – to grocery bags on the counter and me sitting on the floor in my socks spooning rice cereal into my squealy girl’s messy mouth. Hubby was happy to be home, but I was beat and ENERGETICALLY EMPTY. Valentine’s Day just took on a whole new meaning.

I thought fast: I skipped the shower, pawned LadyP (and a glass of wine) off to Papa with a kiss and hit the kitchen with my newfound wind. (I actually love cooking, so this invigorated me a bit.) Italian apps on a plate, steaks on the grill, asparagus in the micro, a quick salad and leftover pasta. 30 minutes and done. (Yes, on that legendary wedding china… you have to eat off a plate regardless, so why not go for the fancy ones? It’s more fun and it really doesn’t take any more effort. If I wasn’t going to look cute, at least our dinner would be dressed up.) Dinner was followed by cupcakes, which was then followed by… putting everybody to bed for a good night’s sleep.  :)

Although different from the Valentine’s Day I envisioned, it was a great night filled with love on so many different levels. I’m still exhausted and ‘energetically empty,’ but (from what I’m told) that’s going to be an ongoing theme in my life from here on out. Afterall, an empty box of chocolates doesn’t appear to be very much fun, but you must remember: It’s empty for a reason. It’s empty because you had the delicious experience of tasting and enjoying all those little truffles one by one. An empty box of chocolates just means it’s now time to start a new box. You get me?


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