I never know whether I should put the apostrophe before the s (Valentine’s Day), as in this day belongs to my valentine because I celebrate him since the love we share wouldn’t exist without him, blah, blah, blah, or it belongs to the saint after which it is named; or after the s (Valentines’ Day), as in this day belongs to everybody who is in love or wants to celebrate love, or it belongs to the saints after which it is name (because I just heard last night that there are actually TWO Saint Valenintes, though I don’t know if that is true); or just leave it out altogether (Valentines Day), as in this day belongs to nobody but it is the day we all exchange Valentines (whether they be cards or presents or whatever).
Ultimately I just decided to leave the apostrophe out altogether in my title so that you can just imagine it wherever you deem it most appropriate rather than going all Yahoo! Group on me (it’s the 21st century equivalent of going postal).
Just so you know how romantic life can be once one has (preferably two have) been married for almost 13 years, I thought I’d share the details of our day so far. Yes, I know how much you all depend on my blog for tips on how to keep the romance alive after kids.
So the other night, American Culture Night, actually (which is getting its own post very, very soon) I turned to my husband who was snuggled on the couch next to the loveseat on which I was sitting, and said, “Just so you know, I’ve done nothing for Valentine’s Day, so, you know, don’t do anything for me.”
“You’ve already done more for me than I have for you,” he replied.
“Umm . . . considering I’ve done nothing, I don’t see how that is possible.”
“You got me that t shirt and a card that I wasn’t supposed to see when I was helping put away the groceries, remember?”
“Oh, yeah. The t shirt. I got you a card?”
“Oh. Umm . . . I think maybe I remember getting you the card. Really? Are you sure I got you a card?”
“Oh. Okay. Well, I have no idea where it is, so, you know, don’t bother getting me anything.”
We are So. Hot. No?
Actually, we’d already decided ahead of time that the puppy was my Valentine present, and he got an iTouch for his, so we’re good. That’s just how we work it: if you want something a little pricey, count it as your next gift-giving holiday gift.
We are So. Hot. No?
Today, the actual holiday, we have spent about five hours cleaning the house. Specifically, we have been cleaning bathrooms and cleaning/decluttering bedrooms and closets. Yes, folks, the romance never ends. Tonight there is an activity at church, but we aren’t going. Since everyone has had the creeping crud around here I didn’t bother getting a babysitter, so now we’re not going out. Which is actually fine with me and with him.
A~ is thrilled because she wants to make us a special Valentines’ Day dinner. She wanted to do it last year, but we went out. Yes, for a year now, she has been looking forward to making dinner. I’ve mentioned to her once or thrice that she could make dinner any night she wished, but the only night she wished was Valentines Day.
So while she is cooking, and hopefully not burning down the kitchen, McH and I will continue our day of romance by decluttering the basement.
We are So. Hot.
And very, very happy.
And a lot more clutter-free.
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt says hello.