VD...It's better for some than others.

Let's talk about Valentine's Day, otherwise known as VD around here.  If you think I sound a little bitter, you're absolutely correct.

My husband is out of town today.  Last night he said his boss was surprised that I was ok with him going out of town for Valentine's Day.  I said, "Well, I wasn't really given the option."  He said, "You're not really that upset that I'm going out of town for Valentine's Day, are you?"  I looked at him and said, "Really?  After 14 years together, you haven't figured out that Valentine's Day is important to me?"

Growing up, I never had a Valentine on Valentine's Day.  Never.  Not in elementary school, junior high, high school, or college.  I was the one who was guaranteed NOT to have a Valentine's Day date, so I always got asked to babysit.  The one year I had a boyfriend for Valentine's Day was in college and on our lunch date (he had to work that night) I was informed that I was being replaced.  Nice.  

I'm a little overwhelmed by all the Pinterest Valentine's Day options.  I just bought the little cards at Target and called it good.  Oh, wait.  I had to buy three sets of cards because the first set I bought for my oldest were "totally dumb."  Well, alrighty then.  Good thing I didn't tell him we had the option to build each of his classmates a replica of Disney World using cardboard toilet paper rolls and paint chip cards from our local hardware store.  No way in hell was I going to fashion a life-sized cupid out of twist ties and sugar cubes for his teachers.  Valentine's Day fell on a Friday with a full-moon.  Know what his teachers got?  Spec's gift cards.  Hell yes!  Hand over that Mom of the Year trophy right now!

I was supposed to have breakfast with my best friend, Brad,  this morning.  Wait -- Let me explain this relationship to you--I rarely had a boyfriend, but I always had Brad.  Brad was my date more often than not in high school, college, and beyond.  My first semester living in the sorority house, I was DREADING VD.  I lived in a house with 40 women who all seemed to have boyfriends, and when the damn doorbell started ringing at 7:30 am for flower deliveries, all I could do was cuss.  "I can't believe this is starting already!  Can't they at least wait until a decent hour to deliver all their lovey-dovey shit!?"  My roommate, knowing that I was in no condition to answer the door, went downstairs.  Thirty seconds later, I hear her laughing, and she says, "Critter, you're not going to believe it, but they're for YOU!!!"  My Brad sent me flowers.  When I called him to thank him, he said, "I couldn't let you NOT get flowers today."  See why we love Brad?   Anywho, I had been looking forward to our breakfast date for weeks.  When I got a text at 7:00 this morning, I just knew it would be from Brad telling me "Happy Valentine's Day!  Let's stuff our faces at 9:00!"  Unfortunately, no.  His sweet little princess was sick and he was on Daddy Duty.  Of course I understand, but...well...Shit.

So, I did what any woman does when she's feeling sorry for herself and has her tax-refund money in the bank.  I went to DSW and bought new shoes.  Fewer than 10 pairs but more than 2.  I'll just leave it at that, ok?

After the shoe binge, it was time to join my littlest dude for his class party.  All those little ones hopped up on sugar running amok would normally make me crazy, but I was overwhelmed with how much I love mine.  He is absolutely perfect and he LOVES me.

And then the big boy came home and gave me this card.

He makes me crazy sometimes, but I sure do love him.  He is an old soul with a sense of humor that would make even Grumpy Cat smile.

One more cool thing happened.

Lola's adoption was official today!  Doesn't she look thrilled??

So, I guess my Valentine's Day didn't completely suck.  I have the hottest husband around, two gorgeous kids, and two dogs that make our family complete.

Here's hoping your day didn't suck either.