Thursday, February 14, 2013

Valentine's Day when your are a grown up

This Thursday is Valentine's Day, the day where you get flowers from your husband who forgets your ass the rest of the year.
You will like the flowers and fawn over them like you have never seen such wonderful blossoms because if you don't you will never ever get any again till you die.
If you have kids, you will spend the holiday that really isn't one, at home with your children who could give a shit less that you are supposed to be feeling romantic -- not to mention, you better make something to eat that they like or you will have to listen to whining and complaining.
You will set the table with a little more love than usual which means there will be paper napkins instead of paper towels and the dishes may or may not match and there will probably be an argument about who sits where even though you have had assigned seats for 7 years.  But, you will not get upset;  instead you will gaze at the lovely blossoms that the Valentine's prince brought you and remember to breathe through your nose before you smack the shit out of somebody.
 
 After the kids have gone to bed and you are sitting in the living room with your special someone -- in this case my, husband -- but if you like your dog better who am I to judge?  You are feeling tired from having the last minute discussions with the kids that you always have 10 minute before bedtime, and you will sit there in silence for a couple of minutes and really enjoy it.
 
Now you have to make the decision how the rest of the evening will go. Are you really going upstairs and putting something on besides your jammies (t-shirt and sweats you've been wearing all day)?  You make the decisison to put on a nightgown but not the one with Winnie the Pooh on it. You take off your makeup because you don't want to look like you are trying too hard and you go downstairs while trying to talk yourself into the mood and at the same time trying to figure out how many hours of sleep you will get if you fall asleep right now.
You walk in the living room and....... He is asleep on the couch!!
You back out slowly, creep back up the stairs leaving him there and go to bed alone, sleeping in the middle of the bed.

Happy Valentine's Day, Honey!
 

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