So following yesterday's post, Valentine's Day went off much as expected. Boy #1 brought home a heart door-hanger for Husband and I, which he was unable to hold on to until this morning due to sheer excitement. Instead, he handed it over as we got out of the car after I picked him up from school yesterday afternoon.
I then had the following skype message conversation with Husband, who was on his way back from Russia...
Husband: made it to the airport
Me: Fabulous. And checked in as well?
Me: Boy #1 has made us both a Valentine's door hanger. Not that you need a reminder of tomorrow's date, but there it is... x
Husband: surely you know i love you
Me: Of course I do. So much that you haven't forgotten Valentine's Day yet.
Husband: its just that there is something else to celebrate around this time as well (it's my birthday tomorrow)
Husband: if it is dry do you want to go out and do something on sunday?
Me: Dodge that issue...
Then this morning, cards were exchanged, Boy #1's door hanger was admired, and as far as I was concerned, that was it. Until the doorbell rang at 9.00am and a delivery man stood there with a bunch of flowers. For me. I was, of course, still shamefully in my dressing gown. The delivery man took one look at me and the Boys rattling round my ankles, and double-checked the address. If he had said it out loud; "These are for her?" the message couldn't have been any clearer. I swallowed my pride, snatched the flowers before he could change his mind, slammed the door, and raced through to thank Husband for the unexpected gift.
Except, they weren't from him. Priceless.
If you want to confuse your husband - even if it's only for the 20 seconds it takes you to find and rip open the message card - get yourself a girlfriend who, guilt-ridden at having forgotten to send you a birthday card, says it with flowers instead - only a day early. On Valentines Day...
(Sarah - I owe you one!)
PS: If you're interested in hearing about it, my 'adventures with vacuuming' have been updated here...