Pretty much every year we make a homemade valentine for the kids to hand out at school. I am not creative, but I am good at using others ideas. This year we found a cute idea to make ilove pods. The kids loved them and I love (hate) doing them each year. Now that they are done it was fun and they turned out so cute. The kids love having an original valentine to hand out and not just a card. In years past we have done lips and mustaches with a sucker so it looks like they have lips or a mustache when they are eating their sucker (2 years 'cause they liked it so much). Last year was a love puppy made of hearts.
In the moment of making the valentines I completely hate what we are doing and I question why. Today was a snow day, yeah (usually), but they decided to start out with fighting right of the bat. Then we worked on their valentines, more fighting, crying, and whining. Then to the store and we looked like the crazy family with the mother who beats her children and yells in public. I know bad idea to take them out when they are in these moods, but we ran out of materials (aka they ate them) and I just wanted to be done!!! Then I though a much needed drink from Sonic would be good. Wrong again. They kept messing up the order, seriously is it that hard to get three drinks, cheese sticks and an ice cream cone. Finally we left with the drink order right and the cheese sticks, I didn't want to deal with it anymore so Harley had to go without her cone. She was not happy, but I could hardly understand the guy taking the order, and vice versa, the kids were yelling and fighting, shocker. I just wanted to get home. We came home to finish and as I am unloading the groceries the kids fight over who gets to site closest to the the space heater and spill Noah's Cherry sprite all over the floor and it begins to run onto the carpet. Instead of cleaning it up they stand there looking at it and freaking out about whose fault it is and who know what else. I send them to time out, so I don't beat them, clean it up and have a lecture with them. After we all cool off they help finish the valentines and get the house in order so I can heavy clean tomorrow. (Apparently they felt bad) So we are done and the kids are playing nicely until I get them ready for bed and to read a little and it is all done, thus I look back and am glad I did the homemade valentines. I hope one day they will appreciate it and remember it as a fun tradition and not the trouble they got into this year.