Friday the 13th – Valentine’s Day…what’s the difference?

I see where Shaun was going with trying to write something and nothing coming out.

I have written my Valentine’s Day blog about four times now. Somewhere in the 3rd one I professed my love for pink shoes, kinky hearts, floppy boobs and evil in-laws.

It took reading This Fish to finally be able to own up to the fact that i’m one of those people that are lost between being the very smart and very sappy.
What happened to me? I use to be one of the, “You’ve got to be kidding about this whole Valentine’s thing! You’ve got to see that it’s just a day that makes a lot of companies VERY rich.”

I remember why I was like that. I wasn’t one of those people that got things for Valentine’s day. I was on the united front because I forced to be there. It’s better to not expect anything because just in case you REALLY didn’t get anything, it didn’t hurt as bad.
Yeah, well that really is stupid because you think all day long, ‘what if I do get something this year? Should I act excited or will that make him feel……” and that’s what I would do on VD in the years when I was married to the Grinch of Valentine’s Day.
I didn’t get anything. I KNEW I WOULDN’T get anything, but all day, in the little romantic part of my girly brain, I would imagine this year being different than all the years in the past.

I guess you could say I have a really shitty background when it comes to Valentine’s Day and I really should just chalk it up to being another day. I do…for the most part. I know it’s just another day. Sitting right there in the middle, right hand side of the month. It has a four in it and EVERYONE that knows me, knows I HATE the number four.

Last year was nice. It was better than the year before. It was better than the last 10 years before that.

This post was going somewhere, but I got a phone call from my dad and then Dan came by to give me back my children. I forgot where I was going with it.

Ah, the reality that this day is just like any other. The last 25 minutes is a reminder of that.

I got up, I got my coffee, I read my blogs. Dan brought me coffee, english muffin and my daughters (he’s my ex-husband, the grinch of Valentine’s day, the fact that I got ANYTHING is a fucking miracle) my girls interrupted me while on the phone, asked if I could bring them to the store, i’m wearing my pink robe and mismatched socks.

This day is just like every other day. (and I will be chanting that ALL DAY LONG and trying to ignore that girly part of my brain where I actually think that it might be different)