Ahhh, Valentine’s Day. My favorite holiday, with all the pink and sparkle and chocolate. Walking through stores, looking at all the decorations and goodies, I feel like most people feel about Christmas. Single or attached, it’s always been my favorite holiday, the one area in my life where I’ve happily been the typical girly-girl.
I met my hubby on Valentine’s Day, we got engaged on Valentine’s Day, and although we didn’t get married on Valentine’s Day, I made sure it was pretty darn close. Poor Mike, so much pressure for one guy! On our first Valentine’s Day he gave me a memory card for a Playstation. In his defense, I did have a Playstation and need a memory card, but still! He’ll never live that one down.
And so here we are, less than a week away from Valentine’s, and I haven’t gotten any gifts, any cards or made any plans. $hit!! I’m over the whole thing. Isn’t this supposed to be fun? Because now its about crowded restaurants, overpriced fixed menus that Mike won’t eat any of, lingerie that makes me look like a lunatic, heels that will break my ankle and chocolate that’s going to make me fat.
Don’t get me wrong, I still love flowers and chocolate and romance and pink and glitter, but shouldn’t we all expect those everyday? Is it really acceptable that we only have enough time to tell the people who mean the most to us that we love them and appreciate them once a year?