Schmalentines Day!

Do you ever feel as though you’re banging your head against a brick wall and getting nowhere?
I’ve been feeling like that lately, a lot.
It appears that no matter what I say or how I feel, it is not being understood, in more ways than one, and I just feel exhausted and exasperated with trying to convey my feelings.

I sometimes wish I just didn’t have to face up to reality, that I could just be Mary Poppins, click my fingers and everything gets done for me with no qualms, no worries, no concerns and no issues.

Oh to have the simple life!

In other news, Valentine’s Day is fast approaching, my first in aaaages as a single girl, and I’m not even dreading it. Considering a few years ago on this very blog I wrote about receiving a poem about my breasts written in haste, I’m kind of glad I don’t have to be upset with anyone for not getting anything this year. And I don’t have to get anyone anything too, so it’s a win-win!

I pity those stuck in stressy relationships all worried about what to do, how to force the issue of being romantic, when really it shouldn’t just be Valentine’s Day that you show someone you love them. If you really truly do, then you should make an effort to let them know every day in one way or another.

Maybe next year I’ll change my view on this, depending on my situation, although I doubt that will change, but for now, if it makes me feel better about the lack of roses, or chocolates, or even just a simple card, then I’m sticking with it!

Happy non Valentine’s ordinary day!

Yesterday, as I’m sure most of you know, was Valentine’s Day. Single people out there who don’t have admirers, or even those who do have admirers, but they are too much of a wimp or too lazy to think that you might appreciate a card, or gift, might envy those of us who are in relationships and happy and in love and all that sickly gooey stuff. Well, to those single people who did not receive a heart-covered card tucked into a shiny red envelope, or didn’t receive those velvet covered heart-shaped boxes of chocolates (one of which I am so going to treat myself to when they go into the M&S staff waste sale, mark my words!), or didn’t receive any acknowledgement from anyone that it was Valentine’s Day, envy no more, because neither did I.

About a week ago, Alex and I decided that we wouldn’t bother doing anything for Valentine’s Day this year. Yes, we were both in agreement, and I was at work on the night anyway, which meant we would hardly see each other all day, apart from first thing in the morning, a quick minute as I bundle the kids into the car at tea-time, and then late at night when I get home from work, so we wouldn’t have had time to “do anything” even if we had wanted to.

Well, that was all well and good, and it was a relief too in a way as we were feeling the pinch on the pennies a little.
However, I decided I would write him a poem and leave it out on the table for him to read in the morning over his muesli.
Just before he left for work, I got up and came downstairs as I realised he hadn’t even given me a goodbye kiss, which normally I wouldn’t even think about, but this was the day of love, apparently.
There he was scribbling on a piece of paper so fast there was almost visible steam coming off it. He chuckled slightly and handed me his effort at a response to my well structured, thought out, piece of poetry. I was not amused in the slightest, actually, that’s a bit of a fib. I found it hilarious, but I pretended to be annoyed, and secretly hoped that he’d have a surprise dinner waiting for me when I got in from work, with candles and champagne and chocolates and treats. Nope. Nothing.

So, the poem he’d written. This is that poem:

“I love you, I love you
Even though you have big hips
I love you, I love you
Especially your t*ts”

Haha! So romantic!