I hate Valentine's Day. Why do I hate a day meant for love and wine and roses? Well, let's see if I can explain.
I hate Valentine's Day because it shouldn't matter. But it does. The Mr. and I have an amazing relationship, he is my everything. He makes me feel special all the time and is constantly supportive and wonderful. But he forgot Valentine's Day. Which made me sad. Which, in turn, made me mad. Mad at myself for caring that my Mr. brought home no flowers or cards or candy when he is, every day, the best man I know. And then I was mad at him for being all, "We don't need Valentine's Day, blah, blah, blah". Ummmm... really?
So today I finally had to admit that I was mad at him and mad at myself for being so silly about the whole thing. The worst part about Valentine's Day is that you can't say, "Hey - I want presents!" because then you just feel like you're getting presents because you asked. And no one wants to ask for presents, right? So while I'm usually pretty good at asking for what I want, I totally failed at Valentine's Day.
And I forgot to leave Tooth Faerie money under my daughter's pillow.