AKA: How We Celebrate Valentine's Day at Casa Earth
It's true. I've never been a huge fan of Valentine's Day. Why? I'm not entirely sure. Maybe it's that I've spent too many February the 14th's sad and lonely, desperately wishing that I had a boyfriend. Maybe my brother's constant diatribes against the evils of capitalism has finally had an effect on me. Maybe my heart is just two sizes too small. The bottom line is, I don't like to feel pressured to do anything. I would prefer to say "I Love You" when I feel like saying it, not when the calendar dictates that I should. I would prefer to buy Mr Earth little presents throughout the year "just because" instead of having to come up with something wildly creative on the 14th. I'm obstinate.
All this being said, I do expect a present on Valentine's day. Or at least, some kind of acknowledgement. (Ahh, the ironies of life with NoMo...). It's pretty much a no-win situation for Mr Earth, and I appreciate fully the difficult position I put him in. He has risen to the occasion magnificently at times. Our first Valentine's Day in fact, he spent an afternoon sifting through M&M's so that he could put together a jar containing only the green ones. (Green M&M's being the only colour worth eating, in my opinion).
This year, I was worried that my anti-Valentine view would have a negative effect on the Boy, so I decided to embrace it to the best of my limited abilities. (Note: If you want to see Valentine's done right, go see Beck's post here - she the Queen of Holidays) I got the Boy some special Valentine's Day clothes, and sent him to daycare with presents for his friends:
Who doesn't want a little monkey love? I ask you.
Mr Earth had already decided that he was going pay for me to go to my beloved salon to get my hair coloured and cut. This man knows the way to my vain heart. Flowers? Peh. Chocolates?? I could buy them any day. And I do. A lot. But finally getting rid of my roots??? This man deserves some applause! Especially when he brought this home:
Yes that is a "hare" who has been "cut", "coloured", and then dyed.
I love you Mr Earth. You still rock my world.