I'm so tired of blogging only to have my post lost somewhere in cyberspace. Stories are never as good the second time I tell them.

Friday night, the girls from the restaurant were going out. I was invited and seriously considered going - but didn't. I'm not sure what stopped me. I really should have gone. I think that I was just afraid of the unknown. Didn't know the place, didn't know who would be there, didn't want to drink and drive, didn't want to go and not drink, didn't have anything to wear, didn't feel like getting a babysitter......I'm my own worst enemy. I talked to one of the girls that went, and she had a great time. I wish that I had gone with them. I did, have a nice night though. The kids played, I cleaned the house and actually enjoyed it. Went to bed at midnight. Everything is nice in my safe sheltered little world.

After we put the kids to bed on Friday, we heard the girls talking. I stood by their door and listened in. What I heard was so adorable. They were having a serious conversation about whether or not Cupid was real, and exactly what his role was in getting two people to fall in love. They decided that if Cupid just poked your heart with his arrow, that you'd be a little bit in love, But if he shot your heart and it hurt, and bled, then you'd be really, really in love! I guess the moral of the story is that love hurts. Glad they figured it out early.

Saturday morning, I had to work. I had just finished telling a co-worker that I didn't expect anything for Valentines day when a delivery girl walked in with flowers, a balloon and teddy bear and asked for me. I was very surprised. It was very sweet. Thanks Hon. The bartender was apparently moved by this gift because she came over, gave me a hug and said "congratulations". I'm not sure what she was congratulating me for - for being loved? Whatever

Saturday night, I spent with the kids - sort of. My daughters friend called and asked to sleep over. I gave in, and had three screaming, giggling girls to deal with all night. At least they had fun. The girl's mother says to me, "You're the only couple I know that has all their kids on Valentines night!" Hope she had a nice quiet evening with her husband.

The she-ex had planned on dropping off a Valentines present for her daughter on Saturday. I almost had to step in and tell her that unless she had presents for all the kids, not to bother. Luckily, she came to her senses and saved the gift for home. She's been really nice lately. I think Mom's been praying for her. Thanks Mom. It's sometimes hard for me to pray for my enemies. Glad you've got my back.

Sunday was relaxing until I burned the steak. I had to rescue the guinea pig from a barbie car - and by the time that was over, the steaks were black. I thought it was funny - Hubby did not! Never mess with a man's food! That's the lesson I learned last night. The $25 steak should have taken priority over the needs of the family pet. Now I know. My bad.