When Valentine’s Feels Like a Chore


Valentine’s Day is in like two days and I have put almost no thought to what I’m going to give my husband this year. I can’t say I didn’t think about it at all because I just did. Just now.

We just celebrated our ninth anniversary on December 31. We have two boys and three dogs and two cats, and we just moved from Augusta, Georgia to our (hopefully) forever home in coastal Virginia. He works, I don’t (yet – thanks seizure). We’ve been busy turning this house into our home while settling into a new routine, yadda yadda yadda…

There’s just so much other stuff going on. Life. Life is going on. There’s no time for rainbow roses or cheesy mugs stuffed with candy you’re not going to eat (or you will because it’s chocolate even though you won’t like it because it’s that knock-off chocolate).

It’s not that I haven’t thought about it. I have. I even wrote a list of super cool Valentine’s Day gifts I’d found on the internet – but none of them spoke to me. None of them seemed to be the right gift for him (at least not this year).

It’s easy to know what to do for my boys. This year they’re getting outdoor toys because they’re growing into the stage where they want to play sports. One played soccer for three seasons and now wants to try hockey. One played t-ball last spring and fell in love with baseball. I’m certainly not one of those moms who frowns upon video games (I still don’t understand half of what they’re saying when they tell me about what they did in Minecraft), but I also want to make sure we get some time outside. It’s so nice here and we finally have a pretty awesome yard for the first time in more than ten years.

I sat at the table with my kids tonight as they worked on filling out their Valentine’s cards. (PSA: Those box things are no fun anymore. What happened to the little envelopes? How can you give your crush the perfect conversation heart without an envelope to seal it in?? How??)


Little Prince gave up on the lollipop attachment part of the process. I don’t blame him.


Poor Little Prince had to write his name 24 times so by the second sheet of eight, he started trying out all different styles of writing. I’m usually OCD about that kind of stuff (“be neat!”) but you know what? He’s making it fun. And they’re kindergarteners. He’s not allowed to address any of the cards because the teacher wants them to hand them out at school instead of having each child try to read his or her own handwriting to figure out who gets which card. (Scratching my head on that one, but whatever.)

My 2nd grader zeroed in on one name on his list (his teacher sent a list home – thank God) and said, “Mom, I just want to tell you that I don’t like this one person.” I didn’t scold him, nor did I turn it into a lengthy discussion. I know why. He’s had some trouble with that one particular kid in his class (this is the year he’s learned what it feels like to have someone pick on you and call you names) so I just said, “Well, that doesn’t matter. You’ve got to make one for everybody.”

He sighed and pursed his lips as he stacked his cards per shape and size, then said, “I know. And I will.” Please hold onto that goodness, kid. Please. This world is in need of it.

Of course, about fifteen minutes later, he told me he saved one special Valentine for a certain little girl in his class, and his best friend is “getting a Root Beer Dumdum” (because Root Beer is the best, everyone knows that). He wrote “#1” in the bottom right corner of one little boy’s card and when I asked him about it, he said, “Well, he’s my friend. And he never gets to be number one, so I’m making him number one.”

He wrote “#1” in the bottom right corner of one little boy’s card and when I asked him about it, he said, “Well, he’s my friend. And he never gets to be number one, so I’m making him number one.”

Moments like these make all the premature gray hairs worthwhile.


See what I mean? This isn’t even remotely as fun as I remember it being.


I still don’t know what I’m doing for the hubs this year… and I’m running out of time. Maybe I’m just tired and haven’t put in as much effort as I have before, or maybe I just exhausted all of my grand ideas at Christmas – slash – birthday – slash – anniversary (all of which falls within the same two-week timespan). I suppose if all else fails, I’ll just resort to my backup plan:

Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. (No, they did not pay me to say that. They’re his favorite.)

And me – I don’t want anything. I don’t want any chocolate. I don’t want any jewelry. You might be able to twist my arm for a bookstore gift card (I kid, I kid) or maybe a new box of tea. But you know what? I’m just not up for Valentine’s this year.

Can’t we just kick back on Tuesday night, forget the housework and bills and homework for just one night, and just watch a new movie in our new living room? I’ll make popcorn and smoothies.

Hey, that’s it. Yes. I think that’ll be our plan. ❤ Happy Valentine’s Day, all. Be good to yourselves!



2 thoughts on “When Valentine’s Feels Like a Chore

  1. Our plan sounds creepily familiar to yours. Maybe it’s this stage of our life (our 9th anniversary is in May). Meme is even here! A babysitter, right? Nah, we decided we’ll make a heart-shaped meatloaf and all stay in instead. ❤

    P.S. Your hubby is right, Reese's are the best. Justin is better only because it's healthier, but hey… they're all sugar!

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