Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day makes me sick. I've never liked the holiday. To be honest, I'm just not a fan of many holidays at all. The sole and simple reason for this blatent distaste for holidays comes from my personality disorder of basically wanting to do opposite of what I'm told to do. Obligatory giving in any way, shape or form is not for me!

Valentine's Day is one of the worst of such holidays for me. Overpriced flowers, waiting 3 hours in a line at a restaurant, inevitable arguments because of unmet expectations, disappointed people with unidentified relationship boundaries, cupid this, love that....Puke. Twice.

My idea of a nice Valentine's Day is pretty much what my every day life is: Time together.

This Valentine's Day, Paul will be coming home from Texas after being gone there most of the week with a buddy. His friend was nervous to ask him to come visit because he knew he'd be coming home on Valentine's Day. My response "Psssh, GO!" I could care less if it's Valentine's Day when he comes home. In fact, I may actually enjoy some time to myself with the kids, some bubbles and some quiet time with a full-night movie night, party of one. I'm thinking of even hitting a movie solo in the afternoon one of those days he's gone.

Yes, I'll miss him like crazy. I always do, even if it's just a hard day of work and we don't see each other or talk much. But it has nothing to do with a Hallmark enforced holiday.