Valentine’s Day. So much pressure. It’s really a holiday that is a disservice to everyone except the industries that make the traditional presents - traditional presents and footie pajamas. I don’t know when footie pajamas became a big Valentine’s gift but apparently every woman is aching for a set and men love to see their women covered head to toe (literally) in fleece. Some even have hoodies.
My guy did the absolutely appropriate thing and brought flowers. Really beautiful roses which have all opened - and we know what a disappointment most roses are in that department. You get a gorgeous display and hold your breath waiting for them to open. Or not. It’s a gamble.
Thankfully, no chocolate this year. Last year he gave me a medium box of chocolate. As soon as he was out the door, the chocolates were down the hatch. I appropriately blamed him for my lack of self control.
And champagne. He did bring some interesting champagne. So it was a traditional Valentine’s from my not-so-traditional guy. And if my children hadn’t been jumping around and if it hadn’t been a week day when I go to bed at 8pm, it even had all the makings for romance, something which rarely happens for us and he knows I appreciate. Who has time for romance when you are paying a sitter $10 an hour? I think he thought about it this year.
Me? I gave him a bottle of tequila. Maybe we know each other better than we like to think.