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Valentine’s Day with my husband used to be fun.
We used to live in a big city, and we would always go to our favorite seafood restaurant. (Though, we were never overly romantic, getting messy with crab legs was romantic enough for us.) We would fill our bellies with delicious crab legs and giant mixed drinks that make it hard to walk once you’ve finished. Afterward, my husband would usually surprise me with a new piece of jewelry, and we would go wherever the night took us.
Now we live in a tiny town where no one offers decent crab legs. We also have two children. For some reason now we act about 15 years older than we really are. I’m not kidding.
We watch Family Feud every night. My husband and I go on a date maybe once every two or three months. Yes, I know, wife of the year award should go to me. It’s so hard to find the time or energy to go anywhere together.
Needless to say, the last several Valentine’s days have been uneventful. We made our own tradition of having crab legs at home. (My husband is an amazing seafood cook, thank the good Lord.)
I haven’t been able to have a drink with liquor in it in over three years, and if I had one now I’d probably just end up pregnant again. So I usually get a nice water bottle, or if I’m feeling crazy a cup of lemonade.
We top the night off with watching cartoons in bed, me sneaking chocolate, and wondering where my newest diamond is? Just kidding, sort of.
Although, I may long for the days of sipping ice-cold blended alcohol while taking pictures to show off my newest diamond earrings, having Valentine’s dinner at home with my kids is kind of fun. It’s our new tradition. It may not be romantic at all. We may not get any alone time, but it’s fun. It’s ours.
Let’s be real, as long as my husband brings me chocolate I don’t really care what we do for Valentine’s day. I am a chocoholic and I could sit on the sofa shoving my face full of delicious boxed chocolates watching Family Feud all night.
You know what, that is exactly what I want to do after our “romantic” Valentine’s dinner. Just leave me alone with chocolate and Steve Harvey and I’ll be the happiest woman in the world.
Other at-home romantic V-day ideas could include:
Bubble bath and Prosecco (A cheap bottle of course.)
At home massage (After the kids fall asleep if you want it to count.)
Movie and a foot rub. Keep it simple.
An uninterrupted poop and shower.
Send the kids to Grandmas house.
Now that the kids are no longer babies. I finally have my boobs all to myself. The plan is still the same. I still celebrate with Steve Harvey. But, now I can finish a bottle of wine with my chocolates.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
What do you do for Valentine’s day? Go on a romantic date? Involve your kids? Let me know in the comments!
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