Went early again, with the plan of wrapping up around the time everyone else showed up so I could at least say hi. This worked, and I managed to get to daycare before 5, and thus avoid the dallying over late snack, and subsequent sugar rush/not being hungry for dinner/meltdown that happens when Katherine packs her face full of crackers and juice an hour before dinner time. Thought I might even have time to hop on the trainer when I got home and got Katherine off to bed, but no, apparently 2 year olds do valentines now. Awesome. There isn't a 2 year old (mine included) on the face of this earth that I love enough to risk the after work crowd at Target (while both the toddler and myself are hungry and tired) just to go snatch up the last box of paw patrol/peppa/whatever random character I've never heard of valentines. So we went home, I plopped Katherine in her play area with some stamps and paper, and she happily decorated some valentines (and her hands) while I got some dinner ready. Cut the paper into little cards, wrote the kids' names on them and stuffed some sticker sheets inside, and boom. Parenting win! Except I didn't get a ride in, but c'est la vie, I suppose.
