i had big plans today to sit around on the couch feeling sorry for my sick sad self, but i think i got all the feel sorry for my sick sad self done yesterday.

i love valentine’s day, except when i’m sick. and i think sickness would even ruin my birthday (my all-time fave of all the holidays). i spent the earlier part of the day with the kidlings where we made valentines for everyone. it was great gobs of fun. max had a great time filling his valentines with his favorite cereal spokescharacters — toucan sam, tony the tiger, and snap, crackle, and pop. he truly is a boy after my own heart. jaycie, of course, loved it all in it’s glittery hearted pinkness. i ate up the love.

and the peanut! my beloved peanut has taken to crying when i leave. oh how he makes my heart race. and then tony said “i think jodi’s his favorite, not ericka.” booya!

little boys love cool jodi.

all things considered, it was a swell valentine’s day for this single 30something. after hanging with the kidlings, i took my sickass home and laid on the couch while devouring a giant bowl of ice cream (it’s good for the supersore throat) and the fifth season of sex in the city. then i got to talk to my favorite TTHM who wished me a happy valentine’s day and argued with me.

“you’re inconsolable,” he said.
“that’s because i don’t need any consoling right now,” i said.

only on valentine’s does my usual bitter loneliness take on extra significance. such is life.

it was a good day to be alive, even if i did feel all cruddylike.