Ideal Valentines Day? Hmmm…Can You Do My Laundry?? NaBloPoMo # 11

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Valentine’s day is so much different when you have kids.
Scratch that.
Valentine’s day is so much different when you are married.

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There may have been a few Valentine Days that were ruined because “someone” may or may not have forgotten to buy “someone” flowers.
Or a card.
Or say good morning.This is my theory: there is a lot of pressure on Valentines Day.
To woo your significant other.
With flowers.
Candy.
Jewelry.
Dinner out.

When it should really be done every single day of the year.
So I will take a husband who puts his family first, takes care of us on many levels, and shows me affection and loyalty 365 days a year than the husband who only does it on February 14th.

But he better not forget a card this year.

 

This is what my ideal Valentine’s day would look like if money were no object

– workout with a trainer (NOT Jillian Michaels)

– breakfast at Panera (a big fat chocolate muffin, washed down with a big fat hot chocolate while reading a big fat People magazine).

– mani and pedi with my 12-year-old (actually by my 12-year-old, she rocks when it comes to nail polish)

– lunch at Chipotle with my girls (extra sour cream, cheese, and steak please…what?? I worked out!)

– shopping all by myself at IKEA. Carrying another hot chocolate while I shop.

– picnic dinner with the hubs from our fave sandwich place (in my ideal Valentines day, it is also sunny and 65 degrees)

– watching a movie as a family. Preferably not a cartoon one but let’s be honest and real, I have children.

 

Here is what my actual Valentines day will look like

– panting and gasping as I workout to Jillian’s DVD.

– trying to create those amazing Valentines breakfasts I see all over Pinterest but ending up feeding them Lucky Charms.

– frantically putting together the preschooler’s valentines for class. Then running to the store because we are out of glue, candy, paper, markers…..insert item here. Or forgetting what I signed up to donate to the party and having to run out to get that as well. In 20 degree weather. And sleet. While wearing pajamas. And bed head.

– making a special dinner for the family. Only to have the 5-year-old say, ” I don’t like pasta shaped like hearts. I like regular pasta. Can I go watch Arthur now??”

– have the 12-year-old declare after opening her presents, “oh, I thought I was gonna get those chocolates you got last year. Remember those? Why don’t you remember those? When can I get a phone? Can we go tonight to look at phones?? Why am I the only almost 13-year-old on the planet without a phone???”

 

Happy Valentines.