Nothing dumber than expectations

I'm gonna Bah Humbug, I'm allowed, right? Good....

Valentine's Day. Yup I'm gonna go medieval on it's hinny, so hold on.

 Stupidest day ever. Hands down, a complete farce and commercialized drivel. Created by card companies to pad the new year since Christmas is such a long way away. Restaurants get into this gig too, two person lovey dovey specials to make you look good in front of your significant other.  Flower companies might even be the worst, making Commercials that air for two weeks or longer that tell you what kind of idiot you are for not ordering your flowers earlier. All of it is so self serving, so money based it takes the good name of Love and covers it in chocolate dipped dollar bills and tries to tell you advice on how to live in a relationship.

The only redeeming grace I have ever found in this 'holiday' is when one of my adorable children walk up to me with a mischievous grin on their face, holding something precious and dear behind their back, as the say Happy Valentine's Day Mommy. Because I know that the pure and untainted love they have for me is poured out on that little construction paper heart that they created with their own two little hands. That, that is Love. And restaurants, card companies and even a florist can't create that kind of Love. It's so unexpected and real.

I think, perhaps that most of my problems centered around Valentine's Day is the expectations. Expectations ruin more things than can be told on a mere blog. They suck, their hurtful and in general something that should not be encouraged. But it happens, and well it sends me into a furry of frustration that makes it hard for me to deal with. Maybe one day when I really am a grown up I can let stupid things like this just not even be a factor, and when that day comes I hope I blog about it. So I can go back and read about how much I have grown. But as for now, I'm not there yet.