Just smack me

We'd planned to go see Tom Barry at The Improv tonight, but E. came down with a fever today. I didn't feel comfortable having my sitter - who is the daughter of my best friend - come over with a feverish kid in the house, so I decided to stay home. That created an uproar with the kid. "I'm not a baby! You can still go out! Just take J. to Mrs. O's house and I'll stay home." Nuh-uh. I know he's almost 13 (gah!!), but I don't feel comfortable leaving him home alone at night while he's sick and we're 30 minutes away in a comedy club. E. felt bad that we'd missed the concert earlier this week, so that was partly why he wanted me to go, but I just couldn't do it. It felt like even DH was kind of hoping that I would. Weird vibes all day.

I'm sure I added to the weirdness when he came home and "surprised" me with a electric foot massage thingy for an early Valentine's Day gift. Ummmm, well.... He could tell that it wasn't what I was expecting because he hastily said that I could return it. Heck, I wasn't expecting anything - hadn't really thought about it other than to stuff 24 gift bags with candy for J's class. He said that since I'd be on my feet a lot at the library he decided to get it for me. I know his heart was in the right place, but it's not something I'd ever use. I hate how those things vibrate your feet to numbness. Now a foot massage from him would make my day. I should have just said thank you and shut up, letting it collect dust under my bathroom sink, but I can't stand to see things go to waste.

Happy Valentine's Day...