And closing in on the end of my first week back at work, coming home today was the first time I really felt the relief that I'd get to hang with the family. Waiting for the F That Would Not Come, I could really look forward to the ritual of knocking her around on my lap.
Not that this has anything to do with St. Valentine. The holiday is still idiotic, I don't understand why anyone would need a day to do the kind of things you're supposed to do, or why Twit A would be angry that Twit B forgot to buy a box of mint-jelly-filled chocolates. Family time, though, I increasingly understand.
Update/Reality Check: Damn Wifus swears that at 4AM she was in bed and heard me say (very sweetly and coaxingly) to the baby, "No, there's no need to be a little asshole is there?"