Almost February

I have been contemplating my Valentines.

Remember how I was going to send those out? Remember how I promised?

I still am... I just need a vision for them. And it is so not coming.

In December - when I decided I would send Valentines in February, instead of pulling myself together for Christmas Cards - it all seemed liked such a good idea. I wouldn't be as busy in February. I wouldn't have to struggle for addresses in February. I would have a budget unimpeded by Chrismas in February.

And my Valentines were going to be very cute. Very, very cute.

I was going to have some new pictures of my children by February. Pictures that showed how much my munchkins have grown, how cute they are, and how I could manage to make them all smile and refrain from hitting each other while I pushed a button.

I was going to have some idea to make the card fun. Some catch-phrase, some joke, some interesting tidbit to share that would make everyone smile because they were so glad they got a Valentine.

I was going to... oh, I don't know what I was going to do. Isn't that the point? That I hadn't the slightest idea what I was going to do. That all that mattered was that I didn't have to do it now?

Oh, yes, those imaginary Valentines were quite splendid where they lived in that vague incompleted portion of my brain.

But now what people? Now what?

Because, quite happily, January is almost over (let's all give a woot woot, which I generally don't do... but come on, to every time there is a season, and to every season there is a sucky month, and we all know what Winter's is) and this means that February is coming.

So, consider this fair warning.

The Valentines are coming.

But they might come on the 17th.

Or in March.

Or next December.

For Christmas.

No really, I'll pull myself together.

I promise.
I promise.
I promise.