Ahhh Valentine’s Day…It’s one of those holidays that brings about so many feelings.. For some, these include: love, happiness, excitement and who could forget romance? For others however it is a day of various levels of disappointment, annoyance and even depression. The most ridiculous part of all of this is that it seems to me, the only point of this holiday is to make men (or women) feel obligated to spend gobs of money on their wives or girlfriends to show them how much they care about them. Let’s just break this down shall we?
|Average annual Valentine’s Day spending||$13.19 Billion|
|Number of Valentine’s Day cards exchanged annually||180 Million|
|Average number of roses produced for Valentine’s Day||196 million|
|Percent of Valentine’s Day cards bought by women||85%|
|Percent of flowers bought by men||73%|
|Percent of women who send themselves flowers on Valentine’s Day||14%|
|Amount the average consumer spends on Valentine’s Day||$116.21|
|Percent of consumers who celebrate Valentine’s Day||61.8 %|
|Percent of women who would end their relationship if they didn’t get something for Valentines day.||53 %|
|Average number of children conceived on Valentine’s day||11,000|
Fun fact for all of you lovebirds out there, in 1587, our favorite ladies’ man Henry VIII, officially declared February 14th a holiday. I mean really, what better king to kick off these festivities than one who had 6 wives, divorced 4 of them, and oh you know, beheaded 2 of those 4??? Sweet guy.
Don’t get me wrong, I love LOVE. I love ROMANCE. I love GRAND GESTURES. And really, celebrating Valentine’s Day isn’t a bad thing. I just hate the idea that someone would feel obligated to show these on one specific day. On the opposite side of the spectrum, I also know how it feels to be single on this stupid day. It feels seriously awful. “HAPPY SINGLES AWARENESS DAY” I would sloppily cheers myself on the couch after one too many glasses of pino grigio and an entire container of cookie dough. Somehow, in midst of all this angst, I couldn’t muster the effort to even preheat the oven. Now that those days are behind me, (THANK GOD), I still can’t help but feel a slight amount of resentment toward this day and sympathy for those feeling the sting of dealing with this day alone. Here’s the thing. I LOVE my boyfriend..not just on Valentine’s Day, not just because society tells me I’m supposed to, I love him those other 364 days of the year as well. I love him because he is calm when I am freaking out…I love him because he finds pure joy in a bowl of fruity pebbles for dinner…I love him because he makes weird excited noises when he watches his favorite sports teams play…I love that he hates it when his hair is long enough to touch his ears…I love that he still opens the car door for me…I love that he has to stand in front for a concert and won’t leave until the last song has played. I love so so many things about this man. And did I buy him a gift today? Did I write something sweet and romantic in a card? Sure I did. Do I sometimes pack cute notes in his lunch and get him random little presents during the other 364 days of the year to remind him of how much he means to me? You bet.
This Valentine’s Day, Josh was sick with some kind of cold/sinus infection thing..the boy was positively pathetic…snotty, congested, achy and just plain miserable. I had to wake up early to go watch my niece so my sis and her hubby could take a CPR recertification class. Between Josh’s Nyquil-induced sleep coma and my early-morning-not feeling-so-romantic” self, it wasn’t exactly the best start to VDay. It got worse.
I got home from hanging out with my sis only to find that one of my animals had decided to evacuate the contents of their stomach on the floor by our bed and then, even better, ON our bed… on the freshly washed comforter. I walked into the bathroom after throwing everything in the washing maching and trying not to gag, and promptly stepped in dog pee. *SIGH* I washed my foot and the floor and the bathroom rug and answered a knock at the door to find my neighbor standing there with a stray cat in her arms. “His name’s Leo. I found him in the hedge and I can’t keep him at my house, Steve’s allergic.” She explained and went on to say that she had tried calling the owner five times and hadn’t heard back yet. It was going to be 9 degrees that night and there was no way I was letting this little kitty freeze. I am a complete sucker for strays.
So there I was..with a stray cat name Leo who kept meowing at me at the top of his little cat lungs, a full load of throw-up/pee laundry, deflated expectations for this day and all I could do was stare at these beautiful red roses on my coffee table..Roses that Josh probably spent way too much money on. I’m not going to lie..they really were beautiful. This magical day ended at my house, on the couch, watching Big Bang Theory. Josh, still feeling sick, didn’t eat anything for dinner…and I ate the following:
1. a few slices of cheese
2. an apple
3. a single serving of stovetop stuffing I made in the microwave
4. and later…a bowl of vanilla ice cream.
yikes..so much for the most romantic day of the year. I had a split-second to feel a little twinge about it…sometimes you just have these great expectations for how something is going to go…you build it up in your head…without bothering to fill in your significant other…and then when it turns out to be completely different than how you expected, it is disappointing. And then you might even get mad at your SO, because they should have magically known how you wanted the day to go! (this is where things can get slightly irrational). I wasn’t super SUPER jazzed up about this day, it really is no big deal, but I thought it may have gone a tiny bit differently. Once I accepted the twinge though, and let it go, I remembered that I had a great guy next to me on that couch…he got me roses and movie tickets even when I told him not to get me anything and even though he didn’t feel well…there was a fire in the fireplace, my animals playing around the house and snuggling with each other, my main dish for dinner was stuffing and it had even started to snow outside. Maybe things weren’t so bad after all…
Look, flowers and presents are great….what dummy doesn’t like those?? but I’ve gotta say, the best Valentine’s gift is simply the fact that I have this man laying on the couch next to me with his legs in my lap and when I wake up in the morning, he will be there next to me. and truthfully? I never expected something so great.
oh..and in case you were wondering… Leo the cat was soon reunited with his owners and was able to spend his Valentine’s Day in his warm, cozy house, instead of a hedge. 🙂
Thanks to statisticbrain.com for the VDay stats