It’s been a long cold day, starting at 7:30 this morning with the internal temperature of my house reaching a balmy 50 degrees.
I’ve been working around the house all day doing laundry, cleaning and feeding children. Each time I leave a room clean and in order, I return moments later to find it a complete disaster. After having a “bit of a chat” with my children- which I’m not ashamed to say involved the threatening of their lives- I moved on to fold more laundry. I left said laundry in neat, orderly piles on the living room floor while I ran to the kitchen to take care of something quickly.
I heard commotion in the living room and turned to see what was going on when the doorbell rang. As I came around the corner to see who was there, I noticed the kids- in the span of 5 minutes- had not only ripped all the blankets out and tossed them all over the room, but they had also lovingly redistributed the neatly folded laundry everywhere. By this I mean, it was no longer folded in piles but strung about wildly as if I’d just dumped the basket and kicked the pile everywhere.
Trying to ignore the mess, I stepped over additional piles of newly tossed around toys and made it to the front door where my children chatted amiably with a man holding a large bouquet of red roses. Being that it’s Valentine’s Day and my husband has been working for three days, I assumed they were for me. However, I was a bit confused as the man was accompanied by a smiling woman standing ready with her phone up as though she were going to take my picture.
I shooed the kids away and asked, “Can I help you?”
He smiled and replied, “Chrystal Mae?” followed by the click of the woman’s camera on her phone.
Caught off guard by the name I responded, “Excuse me?”
The man again smiled and leaned forward as he tried to hand me the flowers and again asked, “Chrystal Mae?” Again, the woman’s phone clicked away.
Trying to hide my frown, I responded, “I’m sorry, I’m not Chrystal Mae.”
He pulled the flowers back slightly, “Are you sure?”
“Yup. Pretty sure. There’s no Chrystal Mae here. I think you have the wrong address.”
The woman’s smile faltered a tad as the man said, “This is 157 Dennis Avenue, right?”
“Yes, it is. But there is no one named Chrystal Mae here. Sorry.”
Visibly disappointed the woman turned around and began to walk down the front steps as the man apologized.
I smiled at him and wished him good luck and closed the door in preparation to call my husband and thank him for not sending me roses.
As I walked in and stared at the mess in the living room, my sweet little Kian said, “Mom are you a little sad that those weren’t for you?”
I smiled at him and said, “No honey, I’m not sad at all about the roses. I just wish that lady had not taken my picture.”
He patted me on the back and said, “Don’t worry, I think she was deleting them as she was walking away.”
Here’s to yet another romantic Valentine’s Day and to Chrystal Mae… I hope you get your flowers.
PS- my husband better show up with some too.