Yesterday I received the best Valentine's gift any mother could ask for; my husband magically arrived at that demonic hour in the day when it was physically painful to keep my eyes open and relieved me of my mom duties so that I could take a nap. A glorious sun-bursting-through-the-clouds-over-the-majestic-mountains middle of the day slumber. When I awoke (two hours later), I was greeted by my boys. Husband was holding Thing 2 in one arm and a dozen roses in the other and Thing 1 was presenting me with a box of 19 delectable heavenly-yet-sinful Godiva Chocolates. As soon as I peeled back the plastic wrap, Thing 1's little hand darted in and stole a sweet. Little
Later in the evening, during the bedtime rush, my husband and I realized that we were missing our bedtime victim (because everyone knows that a bath, clean pj's, snugly blankets and two books read aloud is sheer torture). I wandered into my bedroom where I found Thing 1 bouncing on our bed with yet another of my rare and precious Godiva Chocolates dripping from his mouth. I considered whacking him on the back of the head to launch the chocolate into my awaiting hand, but I'm not big on other people's mouth juice so I let him eat it in peace. Meanwhile I snatched my golden box of dwindling treasures and maniacally ran around the house trying to locate a suitable hiding spot. I picked a sufficient one and all is right with the world again.
So what did I learn from this? Sharing sucks! I am going to start teaching my children how to properly hoard their things from this day forward, using techniques like distraction, crazy eyes and martial arts.
Daily tip: Remind husband to buy child crappy M&M's so as to distract them from the "good stuff" next Valentine's Day.