Before we had our kids, my husband and I never celebrated Valentine’s Day. You couldn’t pay us to spring for an overpriced bouquet or a pricey prix fixe dinner. No, my husband and I would spend every V-Day in front of the TV eating leftovers; smug in the knowledge that we were too smart to fall for a made-up holiday created by marketing whizzes to sell cards and candy. Go us!
Now that we’re parents and our romantic life, on a scale of 1-10, falls somewhere below a negative 40, I long for those potentially romantic nights that we carelessly squandered away.
We’ve done a baaaad job at keeping the romance alive. But who can blame us? With all the sleepless nights, the jobs, the endless piles of laundry, the cooking, the cleaning, the chauffeuring here and there (I need a nap just thinking about it all) we have ZERO time or energy left for “us.” I can’t remember the last time my husband brought me flowers for no reason or the last time I tossed on a little sexy somethin’ somethin’. We are totally lame in the romance department.
So this year I’ve decided we’re going to celebrate the heck out of Valentine’s Day, whether we like it or not. If we can’t get the romance going for ONE single day, a day where we have the relentless force of zillions of marketing dollars practically screaming—GO DO IT!!!!—then I give up.
So bring on the heart-hugging teddy bears, the overpriced carnations and the lacey boxes of bad chocolate. I may even squeeze my post-baby body into an old negligee. This year, we’re gonna get our romance on, whether we like it or not!