I think it’s been well-established that I’m not a fan of overcommercialized holidays but I know the paper is being seen by new folks now, so welcome and enjoy. I’m snarky, so if you don’t have a sense of humor, please look away.
I hate overcommercialized holidays.
So, what’s your guess on how I feel about Valentine’s Day?
Yep. Not a fan.
It’s a (insert large greeting card corporation name here) holiday. So, if your significant other “really loves you,” they will be guilted by corporate America into buying a big, ugly, gaudy card that is prewritten, so all you have to do is sign your name (how terribly romantic), a box of candy that contains all kinds of yuck (nasty, fruity creme-filled, gagworthy, WHAT WAS THAT…but if I’m desperate, I will nibble the chocolate off, shameful), and maybe a candle, or high finance rate jewelry, so that itty bitty diamond for the bargain price of $299.99 will cost $2,999.99 instead.
No thanks. I’ll pass.
I’m so glad; I’m past the days of Valentine’s Day parties at school. Pre-Pinterest this was a pain in the average mother’s tush, post-Pinterest...nightmarish. Pre-Pinterest: find appropriately cute pre-packaged, no nuts or any “may be processed with nuts” (I have the peanut allergy kid, but it’s still difficult) snack, there is a odd number of kids in class, so you buy way too much of it, buy the Valentines, which either the boys or girls would hate, and tape some unnecessary candy item to card that you end up forcing your kid to sign.
Never mind that they had excitedly begged you to buy them the Transformers/Barbie cards when they hit the store shelves December 26th, and then wanted to exchange them for the cooler cards with tattoos the day before this holiday.
Take all that crap into parties, dash from kids room to kids room, see that everyone has sent the same sugary junk, pray not to lose your temper on the mom that donated Mountain Dew as a drink, and leave with the flu.
Post Pinterest: make a billion adorable handmade cards yourself to prove that you are the craftiest mom in school, plus all the rest. No thanks.
For those of us with kids; especially little ones, a romantic dinner can be had, no matter where or what you eat, as long as it’s childless. Rally’s burgers in the car could be very romantic.
A handwritten note, even if it’s smeared with baby food and written in crayon, is very romantic. Men, hire the babysitter, surprise the wife, go somewhere you can eat in, handle all texts and phone calls from the kids regarding homework, bedtime, etc, and you win for life.
We all know what men want.
In Papinland, the kids get a big “Happy Valentine’s Day” on the chalkboard, a written note about how much we love them and a fun treat.
Saintly Hubby and I write each other love notes, if we are very lucky and not completely broke. And the day goes on...laundry, driving kids all over, walking the dog, and more excitement. Even the Saintly Hubby has accused me of being non-romantic, but I prefer the term reality-based romantic.
It’s not about what you get on Valentine’s Day. It’s about what you say to those you love. Try something new this year and use your own words to tell someone that you love them. Think outside the corporate box and get something or do something that you know that person needs or loves. You might be surprised by how much more it means.