A less than romantic Valentines

Most women get thoughtful treats from their significant others on this special day of romance. TDSH certainly lived up to his end of the bargain when he presented me with a small heart-shaped peanut butter cup this afternoon. A very simple gift that made my day. Sadly, that's about as romantic as it got around here...

I don't think anyone told Abner that Valentine's is supposed to be a day of love, romance, twittering hearts, chocolate, roses and such, because her gift to us was a poop explosion of epic proportions. I mean EPIC.

The poor girl was such a mess we had to strip her down in the tub and strip her bed (even the mattress cover). She even managed to get some in her socks!

I'm telling ya', nothing says Valentine's like picking bits of poop out of the tub and scrubbing poop stains out of brand new track pants. At least TDSH and I did it together...that makes it romantic doesn't it?

But wait! It gets better!

I also woke up this morning with a throbbing, red, swollen left boob. That's right ladies...you guessed it...it's mastitis!!! Yay! I feel like such a luck girl.

I have Abner to thank for this one too. She used my boob as a chew toy a couple of days ago and voila...just like that...mastitis. Thankfully, the doctor says I caught it nice and early (how you could miss it is beyond me since the pain is incredible and there is a giant red swollen splotch on my boob) so I'll probably avoid the whole fever and chills thing that can accompany a breast infection.

A Valentine's like today makes me long for our traditional Valentine's of years past when we would spend hours driving from restaurant to restaurant looking for a place that would take us without reservations.