Valentines day is so much different when you are married.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.
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 , “ohhh, 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???”
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