I got through another Valentine’s Day and barely even knew it was February, let alone the fourteenth. If you’re like me, Valentine’s Day is about as meaningful today as the first one, in which a hopeless romantic was tortured and beheaded. How we got from that to heart-shaped boxes of chocolates and glamour shots is beyond me. Although I can see why the romantic man has been a rarity for centuries.
Valentine’s Day isn’t my favorite holiday. And while my husband does the Snoopy happy dance, I’ll explain why. As a married woman, it’s a pointless holiday. If there was only one day when we’re expected to show how much we love our spouse, then dress shirts wouldn’t get ironed very often, would they? When I was single, Valentine’s Day was a 24-hour perfect storm of anticipation, anxiety and misunderstandings. And as a kid, Valentine’s Day was simply a pain the butt, partly because of the monotonous signing and addressing of individual valentines to classmates, but mostly because of the boxes. My first- through fifth-grade teachers ruined the most romantic day of the year for me, by making me compete in the stupidest craft ever: The Valentine Box. [Read more…] about Got Through Another Valentine’s Day Without Having to Decorate Anything