I'm feeling very on top of things right now, because I just finished our Valentines nine days ahead of schedule. As in not seven hours before school starts on Valentine's Day. Whoo hoo!
I'd like to kick back and bask in the glory and all that, but the real truth is that the only reason I am done with plenty of time to spare is because I'm avoiding some other very important things.
Deadline looming like the Cloud of Death important things.
I don't want to think about those things right now though. I don't want to harsh my mellow.
I've been itching to try these hand-my-friends-a-lollipop Valentines for a couple years now. I know that everyone and their brother is doing them, but they are so cute, so I'm copying.
I've also been eyeing the cute "I mustache you a question" Valentines. I thought they would be perfect for Stinkerbell because she's so anti-girly.
Sadly, she was not amused.
I think she's warming up to them though. I told her that they're all the rage for boys this year.
I don't think I've mentioned this, but she has completely banished anything remotely girly from her wardrobe. In fact, she insists that all of her clothes come from the boys' department.
It kills me.
It has been unfolding in stages. It started when she was three and I unveiled her very girly flower room.
That was when I learned that three is not too young to stick your fingers down your throat and pretend to violently vomit.
You could say that there were early signs that we were in trouble.
It has been a rough road for a Mama dressing vicariously through her children.
My days of dressing my baby were numbered.
It started out subtly. Like she wouldn't hug anyone that had buttons on their clothes. Then it expanded to jewels and bling.
Then she wouldn't even play with Zoe Bug if she had glitter or bling on her clothes.
Then she started wearing the clothes that she hated inside out, because we wouldn't let her go to school naked.
In the end she showed us by passive aggressively wearing the clothes she hated without underwear.
It has been one big, exhausting, exasperating, power struggle.
I think it's a control thing. I have no idea where she gets it from, but this school year I finally gave up the fight. She wins. I lose.
And because she gets her passive aggressive gene from me, her Valentines get a mustache.
I made these Valentines for the monsters in my classroom. I heart them.
But not in a creepy way.
You always have to qualify that statement when you're gushing over sixth graders, lest they be grossed out.
Just in case you can't tell, I wrapped Rolos in Valentine paper and added the little tag. Another Pinterest inspired Valentine.
I'm going to share these Justin Bieber cupcakes with them tomorrow, on account of my birthday was yesterday and I believe in celebrating birthdays at school with cupcakes.
I'm betting that they're going to take one look at the Bieber Heads and stick their fingers down their throats and pretend to violently vomit.
At least that's what I'm hoping for.