So today is Valentine’s Day, or as we like to call it, “Thursday.”
We actually do a little bit of celebrating of Valentine’s Day, but nothing over the top. Everybody gripes about it: its origins, the commercialism, etc. As with most things, I’m rather a moderate on this topic. Personally I think it’s kind of harmless to take a day to send little love notes around or buy flowers for your sweetie. And, nobody’s really connecting it to the saint it’s named for, just like we don’t really connect Easter bunnies and eggs to their origins either. Big deal. I think it’s a lot of butthurt for something as innocuous as this.
That being said, we also kind of “have” to engage in it a little because we have three school-aged children and they do it at school. There are rules: every kid gets a card from every other kid, no playing favorites. I think this makes it fair, and you can get the little boxes of cards at the dollar store if you want. The kids enjoy it and no harm done.
The Lovely Rhonda and I don’t get all crazy for it either. We spend enough time appreciating one another as it is that we don’t have to invest any special meaning into this day. It’s not the only day of romance either of us gets. Maybe it would be different if it was.
But we still do a little something, because chocolate. And trinkets. And the opportunity to gross out the kids by acting like we like each other a little.
Unfortunately, my gift to Rhonda has not arrived yet. In my defense, I ordered it in what seemed like plenty of time! Stupid internet.
There’s a lady who does a blog called Parenting: Illustrated with Crappy Picturestm. She posted a picture about Valentine’s Day when dating and when married:
And while this is funny, in my case it’s more like this:
Yeah. I’m incompetent.