It was Valentine’s Day. Want some strep?

It was Valentine’s Day. Want some strep?

Alright so here’s the deal.

I just watched Mama Mary’s video post on how ridiculously difficult and sweat shop style the mass-produced, children’s Valentine card racket has become.

See these pieces of love, sister?!:

This is what you call a major lapse in personal sanity. (This is not to suggest that there was much sanity to begin with, mind you.)

I “had” to buy the heavy-duty-no-I-do-not-own-a-printing-press paper, full-sheet sticker paper, bubble favors, light mount, adhesive squares, and yes, even ink for the printer to make EIGHTEEN of these motherfu beauties for Nugget to bring with him to school. The school he attends twice a week. One of those days not falling on the love celebration that took place with his peers.

Why?

Because his mother is an overachieving slice of crazy pie.

That’s why.

Not only does Nugget not attend school full time yet? These valentines for his classmates where what my brilliant brain thought of when the “peanut free” reminder went out to parents.

Be still my heart if ever I realize why, holographic, single-page, out of the box dinosaur cards were obviously the better option.

In other news, Nugget just returned from Urgent Care (I sent him on his way with two twenties and a cell phone. Independence.) and received two strep tests.

Anyone wanna make out with my three-year-old?