It’s Valentine’s Day once again. It has been an ongoing joke that on this day, the earth will shake the world over. Go figure. Still, it is a day surely anticipated by many couples in all the globe; today, every couple has all the right to be corny, cheesy, or even kinky, if the situation permits it. It is a day for those who are in love.

    On the other end of the spectrum are the broken-hearted and the unattached. These people either spend the holiday in their own homes or in the bars, either by themselves or with other friends in more or less the same romantic situation. Some mope and are depressed, others celebrate their freedom from the shackles that come with being involved. It is a day to confirm one’s independence and freedom.

    Somewhere in the middle of these, are those like me, who would be celebrating Valentine’s Day with their families. To me, at least, Valentine’s, like most other holidays that come to pass for the last couple of years, has become almost indistinguishable from any other day of the year. It may be because we stay at home a lot, but mostly because with two kids running around the house and bouncing off the walls, it’s pretty hard to think of any other stuff than them.

    Like today, for example. We went to Lyka’s ophthalmologist to get her eyes checked. She was a bit cranky so it was rather tense inside the doctor’s office. At first, she was such a behaved child until she got bored and started a head-splitting tantrum right then and there. I was constantly tempted to rap her sharply if only to make a point that she would probably not understand at all. So I had to swallow bitter chunks of my own impatience and try to console her as softly as I could, and make her cooperate with the poor patient doctor with the practiced smile. In times like that, romantic thoughts are the farthest in my mind. All I get to think about is my child’s drawn out wailing tantrum, my chagrin to all persons present during my daughter’s fit, and my dismay at her behavior. How I would love to return to pre-baby times with my husband, to enjoy the company of each other like all other couples are wont to do!

    Still, this is my reality, our reality, and despite my griping, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’d still stay at home, watching series marathons with my husband, while our daughters watch their own cartoon marathons. It may sound boring, but believe me, for us, it is bliss; to be together in one roof, enjoying each other’s company, sharing the time together. Though we miss being alone with each other, my husband and I know that we will have much time together in the future. In the mean time, stolen moments are pretty much intense for us, and that in itself spices up our relationship. What matters is that we are happy in our lot, and that counts more than any fine dining dinner and weekend getaway. In the end, it is the small things that bind a relationship tight; the fight you had about the most inconsequential things, the deep conversations, the corny jokes, even the occasional breaking of wind makes your dearest one even more dear to you. A dinner out would be nice, but I would rather snug up at home with my husband and kids on Valentine’s Day, tantrum, fart, and all.

    That said, go have the best Valentine’s Day and enjoy yourself and your special someone/s. XD Have fun and be safe. *wink wink* Happy Valentine’s Day!