My First Valentine's Day As A "Mommy"

So there I was, standing in front of the RedBox, trying to pick a movie.  We ended up picking Zombieland. In hindsight, that was probably a bad choice. But blood is red.........

Right, so how did I get there, dressed all fancy in the grocery store at 7pm? 

Well, this was my first Valentine's Day as someone's mommy.  I had visions of a romantic breakfast in bed, although I was jolted back to reality when he spilled his formula on the floor and I had to change his poopy diaper.  I thought maybe some tow-headed boy would bring me a handmade valentine with a tiny hand or footprint on it. Instead, he brought me a smile and puked on my face.  But that was all ok.

Hubs and I had a lovely meal planned at a highly-recommended seafood place near our house.  The nurse, however, didn't show up.  Apparently, it was Valentine's Day.  I hadn't gotten the memo.  So the Hubs and I were forced were blessed to share our Valentine's dinner with our 11-month old.  We thought for sure he would behave, since in the grand scheme of things, he is a pretty well-behaved little kid.

Mind you, the restaurant we chose was a fancy place.  With napkins folded like Dairy Queen soft serve.  Admittedly, I was nervous to begin with. Nervous that Potato would melt down during dinner and bother all the other diners crowded in around us.

During my beet salad appetizer, he started to get fussy.  We pulled him out of his high chair to avoid a complete meltdown and for the rest of the dinner, I ate my dinner quickly so that Hubs and I could trade baby duty.  At one point, Potato stuck his hand in my margarita, spilling it all over the table, making an orange baby-sized handprint on the perfect white tablecloth.  There was my valentine!

At the end of the dinner, I looked at Hubs and laughed.  I didn't even REMEMBER what I had eaten.  What did it taste like?  How would I know, I was more concerned with making sure Potato didn't stick his hand in my grits than with savoring my dinner.  And I ate so fast, I don't think I even asked Hubs how his dinner was.  I don't think I even saw what it looked like.

We started dinner at 5:30, we ended at 6:30. By 7, we were standing in front of the RedBox picking out a movie.  Our dreams of having a leisurely dinner, followed by a romantic movie, were changed to a dinner we swallowed whole and a movie from a machine.

It wasn't a bad Valentine's Day, just a different one.  I haven't been in this role before and it's a change I will need to get used to.