I've never been a huge fan of Valentine's Day.
The whole thing is just so contrived. The flowers. The set price dinners. The gross Russell Stover chocolates. My husband and I go through the motions and do cards and perhaps a dinner (on a different night, to avoid the aforementioned set price meals). But between wedding anniversaries and dating anniversaries and birthdays and Christian and Jewish holidays, I think we're both kind of over it.
But this Valentine's Day? This Valentine's Day REALLY sucks. For a couple of reasons:
First, I was inspired by some of my fellow bloggers (check out this and this) to do something crafty with Braden for Valentine's Day. Why? I have no idea. We all know I don't have a crafty bone in my body, and by all indications, neither does Braden. But for some reason, when we were at a specialty toy store last week, I thought this might be a good idea.
Over the past few days, I have tried to get Braden excited about it. I've given him full access to the glue stick. I've attempted to entice him with hearts and stickers and a bic pen. But no. Out of 18 Valentine's cards we had to make, do you know how many Braden made?
So what am I doing tonight, on the eve of the sacred preschool Valentine's' Day party?
Making stupid homemade Valentine's Day cards.
And trust me, they ain't pretty.
If I seem overly bitter, it's also because I'll be flying solo on Valentine's Day evening, as my husband must answer to work demands.
At least I can look forward to the Teen Mom 2 finale. It's the little things, you know?