Valentines Day

Happy LOVE DAY 

 Feb14.2012

Today is my first Valentine’s Day as a married woman and I woke up to my very own Prince Charming.  He is mostly every bit of what the fairytales promised, with the exception of all the gas. I don’t recall Cinderella ever having to wake up to the sounds of her Prince’s asshole, but I’ll watch it again just in case.

 I stared at the ceiling, wondering if all my Valentine’s Day dreams have come true. As a realist, and as a woman, all I want from Valentine’s Day( aside from my husband’s undying love) is a clean fucking house. The glorious aromas from a PineSol cleaned floor far surpass the smell of a dozen roses and chocolate covered calories. But alas, my husband is a hopeless romantic, and it is unlikely he found time to bring his dirty socks to the laundry basket with all the planning necessary for this special day.

I count my blessings though, because my Grandma is spending this Valentine’s Day at her new home with my Dad. She can torture me from afar, but at least my house doesn’t smell like a septic tank. I wonder if my cold is severe enough to be worth driving up there to cough on her silverware and spit in her juice. Maybe tomorrow.

As I sit here watching Mickey’s Clubhouse with my two year old niece, I have to smile at the various forms one can find love. The episode goes like this: Mickey needs help planning a sleepover. Truly, Mickey is being a douche because Minnie has a cold and he is still worried about planning this goddamn party with Goofy. But, my niece loves Mickey. So when Mickey looked through the TV at my niece and asked her if she would help him plan the sleepover, she shrugged her little shoulders and unenthusiastically said, “Sure.”

 She would do anything for Mickey. She can barely get her own sippie cup off the counter, but I’ll be damned if she didn’t sit there for 30 painful minutes to help find the biggest red balloon and the correct color of sprinkles so Mickey would have the perfect party. Afterwards, she let out a sigh of relief and went on about her day.

Love can be the most forgiving, innocent, irrational emotion that causes us to pause and care about someone else more than ourselves. Without it, even Mickey would be a prick.

So today, I forget about the socks on the floor. And when I go into the garage, I’ll see the pile of laundry and walk right by it because it will be there tomorrow. Today is a special day. It has nothing to do with reservations, cleaned houses or even the best balloon.

It’s about the one emotion that keeps us from killing each other.