We try over here.
We really do.
It is ultimately a colossal mess.
Valentines made on Valentine's night, right before dinner. We renamed it "family love night" but it isn't that. We are screaming at one another. They were going to make mini heart pizzas instead we are making it for them.Dinner is late. Too late. Little children are melting down. Bigger child is rebelling in the other room. I'm ready for bed. Ready to throw in the towel. I planned a "no expectations" evening only to have expectations. I suppose "planned" is the key word and all was a disaster. But by the end of it all, there were still paper hearts on the table and kisses goodnight and "I Love Yous" and a reminder that everything starts over tomorrow.