So it’s so great to see all the FB posts about Valentine’s Day plans and all the nice things husband’s are doing for their wives, etc…. but seriously, this ‘holiday’ makes me want to barf every year. And, I know, this sounds very harsh and bitter. I’m really not bitter, I just don’t understand it and I am pretty proud to say that I haven’t fallen prey to it either. And before I go on (and on, and on), I do think it is VERY commendable to all the men out there who made plans for their wives and had enough sense to take them out to dinner BEFORE Valentine’s Day! Because the thought of sitting in a restaurant where they have pushed the tables closer together than normal to squeeze in every last couple, eating off a prix fixe menu, trying to make that moment “special” with hundreds of other people in the same establishment doing the exact same thing sounds rather silly. Oh, and let’s not forget about the office dynamics during the day – the parade of women going out to the reception to receive their dozen red roses, with anticipation and surprise. Now, this is a tough one – if you don’t receive flowers it does, for whatever reason, make you feel bad, even when you know this is a big farce. And there’s no reason why you should ever turn down an opportunity to receive flowers because of your principles! So, I think the best way around this is to order yourself some flowers and use it as an opportunity to educate your husband on the flowers you like most (tulips for me and nothing red on Valentine’s day so purple or white would be great).
OK, now, let me get to the point. So, what do busy mom’s REALLY want for Valentine’s Day? When Conor and Pierce were babies, Jim and I would order out from one of our favorite restaurants or get sushi to go. We would put the kids to bed a little earlier than normal and be able to enjoy a nice relaxing dinner together around 7pm (with no clean up!). Now that the kids are older and this isn’t really an option, I’ve been daydreaming about what my perfect Valentine’s Day would look like… so, here you go!
Jim would pick up the kids from school and take them somewhere to be fed and then come home. The boys (all three of them) would run into the house and at the same time give me one big giant hug and kiss and tell me how much they love me (everything else has been muted out). Immediately after this entrance, Jim would whisk them into the bath get them all cleaned up and into their pajamas. Then, I would sit in between Conor and Pierce on the couch, all snuggled up, one on each side of me, as they both told me about the best parts of their day (while not talking over one another). I would give them one final hug and a kiss for the night and Jim would quietly usher them into their rooms and into bed. And, as I get up to use the restroom, I would see that the bath had already been drawn with steamy hot water, candles lit, lots of bubbles, a big glass of ice water, my robe perfectly placed at the foot of the bath and a vase of fresh cut purple and white tulips carefully placed at eye level. After soaking in the bath and feeling completely relaxed, I would slip into my cozy pajamas (not lingerie) and warm robe and make my way out to the dining room where there is fresh sushi (from Blue Fin) and Jim patiently waiting. We have a wonderful dinner (with no clean up!) and retire into our bedroom where we have a beautiful “moment” (and I mean moment – 15 minutes or less!). We lay in bed while I catch up on my reality TV, snuggled up in his arms (even though he is sweating the entire time) where he is running his fingers through my hair and responding with the appropriate amount of repetitiveness, these following words “Uh huh, I agree, You’re right, That is funny, Yes, Sounds great, I love you too, Good night”.
OK – I hope that was as good for you as it was for me! Whatever your Valentine’s Day holds, enjoy a moment for yourself, even if it is only in a blog! 🙂