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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.
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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Update November 2018. First, I can’t believe how many women shared their horrific pregnancy horror stories with me. I am beyond happy to know I am not the only one!
Pregnancy does the oddest stuff to our bodies. We are aware we will become large and sore. We are not aware that we will become leaky shitting machines.
So to all of the moms who have pregnancy horror stories please tell us in the comments or head over to this Facebook post and tell us here!
*Disclaimer, you may laugh your ass off or violently gag while reading this story.*
I was about 25 weeks pregnant when one of the most embarrassing things EVER happened to me. I was on a road trip with my mom and my son who was one at the time. We were out of town to soak up some sun and visit family. After a few days, we finally decided to head back home.
We stuck with tradition and ate at our favorite restaurant. My mom and I consider ourselves to be chicken wing connoisseurs. The spicier the wing, the better. If it doesn’t make your throat bleed then we are not interested.Continue reading
A hot mess mom is a mother who drinks enough coffee to give an elephant a stroke. She always has a box of wine ready to go when the kids fall asleep.
Hot mess moms embrace the messy bun and dry shampoo. She’s always running late so she probably didn’t shower this morning. Her clothes are probably covered in boogers and food. Who knows the last time she did laundry.Continue reading
I can’t believe the time has passed so quickly. Here I sit, staring at you, on your first birthday. Sweet baby, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on. You are so wild and free. I love the way that you dance to the beat of your own drum.Continue reading
It’s very hard to grasp that my breastfeeding journey is coming to an end, forever. My daughter is turning one in two weeks and we do not plan to have any more kids. My goal was to breastfeed each of our children exclusively until they are one. I have done that. Now the question comes, am I up for extended breastfeeding or not?Continue reading