My Dave, My Valentine

Valentines Day...how I have loathed thee....a day to get fatter eating things I shouldn't...when my kids bring home candies that will sit in a drawer until next year because once the little "KISS ME" and "HUG'" hearts get old they are good for nothing other than rewarding a dog when they pee in the right place.  The kids get all hopped up, I get miffed, its a bad thing.  A day where some people have no one and its really sad...a day where you sometimes secretly wish that your husband was as gushy as the TV husband who bleeds romance.  I worked the entire weekend and on the 14th, how romantic I was thinking. . I was mostly over Valentines Day until.......


I was walking out to my car the night of the 13th.  It was a crappy day (yes I say the C-word).  Just awful, anything that went wrong at work did.  It was my first night as a charge, we had a disgruntled resource nurse, grouchy patients, I was orienting a poor new nurse and I was certain she would want to quit by the end of the day.  I ended up staying two hours late to fill out an incident report. Just a bad day! To make matters worse when I finally got to leave work.....I can't find my car.  


So I was a mess, thinking some one had stolen my car...then I remembered I had a panic button so I pushed it.   Turns out I was standing in from of my car...it just was so clean I didn't recognize it.  I remembered I had told Dave if I was going to get anything for Valentine's Day I would just like my car cleaned since it had layers of salt on it.  On my steering wheel was a single rose,  I got in the car and cried. 




My purty flower



                                                



My Happy Car

                                               


Silly?  Yes.  It meant a lot to me.  Then I get home.  My day was bad, my teeth hurt, I have a headache, my feet are killing me.  I took NyQuil insistent on sleeping well.  Dave tells me I should take a bath.   I walk into the bathroom and it is covered in Rose petals, a little rose petal path to the tub, petals on the tub, in the tub around the tub.....ahhhhhhh it was beautiful and I could not believe it!

So I am sitting there thinking this was the best and I couldn't ask for more.  Between the hot bath and NyQuil I slept well.  I got up the next morning and went to the kitchen to get coffee and see a big beautiful bunch of roses in the kitchen.  Came home from work for a date to Olive Garden.  Dinner and a lovely red Zinfandel........what a Dave! Everyone needs one.  


I love this man, this Dave.  I feel like I am the first thing he thinks of, he makes me feel important, beautiful and fully loved.  I love him more all of the time and I am so happy he is my Valentine.....I was thinking how do I repay him with manly non-girly romance......an  iPAD   he almost cried it was so romantic  HA HA HA

New dinner and stuff

So I took a break from the old crock pot last night because I didn't get up early enough to get something ready and to to also give Mister David a breather!  I made a breakfast bake instead and I have to say it was pretty yummy.   I love breakfast for dinner, always have.   I may actually be able to survive on biscuits and gravy until the inevitable heart attack that would ensue shortly after my quest would begin.


I took a bag of breakfast style frozen potatoes ( potatoes O'Brien would be way better if your family enjoys variety, mine hoever does not)lined a baking pan with half the bag, laid stips fo pre-cooked bacon over the top, sprinkled some onion flakes, added some precooked ham, layered more potatoes and bacon, topped it with cheese and poured 1 dozen eggs whisked with a cup of milk over the the toped and baked it until set.   For added clogged arteries and no added nutritional value, I served it with a biscuit topped with gravy.  I forgot to take a finished pic, but here is one of assembly.

I wish that my last batch of homemade yogurt lived up to the first.   Apparently when you leave it wrapped in a flour sack towel for 6 hours you get somewhere between Fage and Yogurt cheese.  Watching the boys try to choke this down and be polite was priceless.  Next time I will use a non frozen starter and be home to tend to things better.

I also confess to loosing my ever loving mind last night and exploding like a raging lunatic all over my children like a self controlled Song of Solomon mother and wife.  I feel blue lately, stressed, overworked, and WHAM....poor kiddos.   I spent the majority of my evening having major GUILT and apologizing profusely for my yelling and the occasional "FLYING-S"  (s-word).   


I have decided that I hate my mouth.   Somewhere in the depths of this woman is a sailor I think, its embedded deep and tends to enjoy stress and surface at the worst times.  I am such a sinner, seriously no sarcasm intended.  The worst of sinners and thankfully I have forgiving children and Jesus.  Also thankfully I have a Dave that knows when I have had it and need to do some retail therapy.  He took me to Target to buy laundry baskets, Tupperware and a coffee cup.   It was all better then.   Thanks Dafe. (aka David, Dafin, Dabe, Dabid, and Dave)


Tonight is Bailey's second homecoming dance, she has the best shoes.......wanna see?  Tune in tomorrow for pics or more realistically Monday...some Monday in the next year.