Valentine’s Day takes on a whole new meaning when you’re described by one of the following three words:
1. old
2. married
3. parents
Since my husband and I qualify as “all of the above,” you’re probably not surprised that the most romance we saw Saturday night was the famous car scene in Titanic.
Dorothy and I started our Valentine’s Day by giving out her handmade valentines. Basically she colored with crayons and ate googly eyes, and I did everything else. Oh well. Her daddy and grandparents loved our little valentine monsters!
Only daddy’s monster had arms, because mommy got sick of cutting them out.
We then made the trek up to the big city to spend the evening with our besties. The girls played toys, the adults drank beer, and then we all came together to play Play-doh.
Again. Old. Married. Parents.
Why is my kid crying? Because daddy told her not to eat her Play-doh. It’s always something.
Our adult play date was capped by Winese (that’s take-out Chinese and cheap wine, for your non-fancy people out there), and watching Titanic on TV. All 195 minutes of it. The boys were thrilled.
Good friends, adult beverages, and a classic ’90’s romance movie. And that, my friends, is Valentine’s Day when you’re me.
Oh, and Dorothy decided to wake up every. single. hour. Saturday night. On my night. Fantastic.
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How did you celebrate Valentine’s Day last weekend? Did you at least get some flowers or chocolate? Perhaps a fancy kid-free dinner? Lucky.
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