Do you love Valentine’s Day? Does it make your heart flutter with anticipation?
Lucky you. It just gives me a migrane.
There’s so much pressure to be sexy and romantic and buy just the right gift and card. All the magazines tell us that we just HAVE to create the most romantic day EVER, with just the right makeup, lingerie, food, home decor…
It reminds me of New Year’s Eve, which gives me a migrane, too. Wayyyyyyy too much pressure to be having the BEST time EVER!
(When the group kissing starts that’s when I lock myself in the bathroom)
Why do we drive ourselves crazy every February 14th, feeling like we’ll be a complete LOSER if we don’t squash the bod into red lacy thingies bought 20 years and 20 pounds ago, run around the house draping it with red, gauzy schmattas over the light bulbs, rip apart perfectly good roses and artfully fling the petals to create a path from the front door to …
Never you mind, Missy! Back to your room!
Don’t get me wrong, I
like love love just fine. I admit I’m not crazy about sappy, smarmy cards, though.
I’d prefer to get a funny one. Humor is what really goes straight to my heart.
I love Randy Glasbergen’s cartoons. His humor has just the right amount of gentle cynicism that I go for. Not in a romantic way, you understand.
Although I love to laugh, being married to someone who is professionally funny would be
a drag challenging.
I could never measure up. Plus, professional funny people have the reputation of being really un-funny when they’re at home.
I mean, I guess that makes sense….
A doctor or lawyer turns off their profession when they walk in the door at night, right?
Ok. Bad example.
Let’s say, an interior designer instead. They don’t design every minute when they’re home, which is why I could never invite another interior designer over to my house.
My house is kind of like the shoe-maker’s kids:
But I digress.
Everywhere you look at this time of year, there are ads for Valentine’s Day Gifts, some which are a stretch, and some which are actually quite lovely…
- SPA GIFTS (so you can pamper each other if you can stay awake long enough)
- FOOD GIFTS (Oh, who am I kidding? This doesn’t qualify as food, but it sure makes a tummy feel warm and cozy, inside and out)
- JEWELLERY GIFTS (but if you get the organizer box without something sparkly in it, no temper-tantrums! That’s a romance killer, for sure!)
- KITCHEN GADGET GIFTS (I’d make sure the waffle maker comes with breakfast in bed and a Morning Glory, but that’s just me. )
- ELECTRONIC GIFTS (if you get the noise cancelling headphones, you can pretend to be listening to music when he’s trying to talk to you about the credit card bill)
- DISHES GIFTS (I recommend Champagne flutes for ginger ale. It looks like Champagne without the nasty hangover, and they’re so much more elegant than a sippy cup)
- FLORAL GIFTS (personally I like flowers that I can’t kill, like silk. But I suppose that could be considered tacky for Valentine’s Day)
I mean, there’s so much pressure to create a day that’s worthy of a RomCom!
That’s where my migrane starts. I never know what to buy so I opt out and encourage my other half to do the same.
I know what you’re thinking: my husband is one lucky son-of-a-gun, since he doesn’t have to buy me a Valentine’s present.
Either that, or you think I don’t have one ounce of romance in my soul.
How did you know my most private thoughts:
NO, NO, NO! It’s Not true! I’ve been known to cry watching Mary Poppins, when Burt sees Mary flying off with her carpet bag in hand and ‘opes she comes back real soon.
See? That’s pretty romantic!
I’m getting a lump in my throat just thinking about it! And Mary looks none too ‘appy about it either. I bet underneath that Spit-Spot English crust she’s got a soft, gooey ‘eart.
You know, come to think of it, there are some really cute chocolatey gifts at this time of year that I might like to scarf down, like these chocolate-dipped oreos. In fact, when I was growing up, my Dad convinced me that he needed to eat more Oreos since they’re one of the major food groups that promote long life.
But honestly, I don’t need chocolates or cookies or prezzie treats to know that I’m a lucky girl…
…unless it’s a box of these kind of chocolates…
All joking aside, we shouldn’t need a Hallmark card once a year to remind us to be grateful for the people closest to us. But we all get so busy and caught up in the little details, we do forget.
So here’s my reminder to you. If your partner lights up when they get a gift and a card, make that effort. It doesn’t need to cost as much as you fear. But in any case, you only go around once, and you can’t take it with you. So make them happy and you’ll be happy.
If, on the other hand, stuff isn’t required, or you don’t have a partner, take the pressure off and treat yourself like you love yourself.
Dig out some candles, turn out the lights so you can’t see the dust balls, open a nice bottle of wine to go with the tuna casserole and toast your own great life, count your blessings and hug your dog or cat.
I bet you won’t even need the Extra-Strength Pain Reliever.
Have a Happy Valentine’s Day!
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And in the interest of full disclosure, some links in my posts may be affiliate links, but I would never add a link to something I wouldn’t get for myself first. Notice there was no link to the red lingerie. This is a family blog. I’m not helping you buy your smutty little undies.