I’m writing this imagining that we’ll be marking V-Day by sitting on the settee, not touching, while I mess around on my phone and he pretends he’s not asleep.
We might splash out on a takeaway, although if I get motivated the M&S Meal Deal seems the correct amount of lack-of-effort-but-let’s-pretend-we’ve-tried.
To be honest, we probably wouldn’t be celebrating “properly” even if we didn’t have two children running us ragged because (while I’m aware that this is a bit annoying) we don’t like being told what to do by card and flower companies trying to make a bit of extra cash in between the actual “things” of Christmas and Mother’s Day.
If you’re busy planning your celebrations however, and are now annoyed at me for belittling your heartfelt romantic gestures, please don’t be – it’s perfectly possible that I’m twisted because no one ever bought me chocolates, a card, breakfast in bed or flowers on the 14th Feb. (At this point the Mr is going to pipe up with “I have!” in an incredulous tone because last year he bought me some Maltesers…).
Given my lack of experience in this field of roses, I’m also uncertain about the etiquette of Valentine’s – is the onus on the man treating the woman, or is the idea that the man and woman are nice to each other?
And if it’s a man and man, or woman and woman, who buys the present/flowers/ card then?
And what if you are (whisper it…) S.I.N.G.L.E on Valentine’s Day? Well, there I do have an answer because every year there seems to be a concerted effort by “the media” to make people who are single on Valentine’s Day “feel better” about it.
Last year a video called Why being single is the best gift you can give yourself did the rounds and, intrigued, I watched.
The assumption of the video, and the numerous articles I read while in freefall down this particular internet rabbit hole, seemed to be that being single is rubbish and anyone who is single on this particular day feels even more rubbish than usual, therefore they need advice to make them feel less rubbish.
Now, I appreciate that I’m not the target audience for these intensely patronising pieces so you’re welcome to shout “what do you know?” at your computer screen, but some of the “advice” was errrr, a bit rubbish?
One of the articles I read encouraged single people to go out and buy themselves a Valentine’s Day present. Call me a coupled-up clueless fool, but the last time I checked, going and spending your own money on something for yourself, was called “shopping”. No?
Anyway, that’s not really my point. What I’ve actually popped up all glass-half-empty to say is that contrary to popular opinion, single people are not to be pitied on Valentine’s Day, parents of small children are the ones who suffer most.
And no one is making us feel better.
There is a chance that having met a person with whom we have procreated, the people who write these borderline-offensive How to cope on Valentine’s Day features think we have got it sorted. But it seems to me that all of the traditional methods of celebrating this occasion are no-go (or at least hard-to-go) areas for parents.
Romantic meals? Ha.
Special expensive chocolates? Will only be eaten standing up behind a cupboard door lest they be sniffed out, demanded, chewed up and spat out once reality dawns that Belgian Truffles don’t taste like chocolate buttons. You’ll probably be expected to willingly accept the slimy mess, complete with strings of saliva into your outstretched palm, and will then have to find somewhere to wipe it without smearing it over handles or drawers. Or you could just eat it.
Flowers are fine as long as you don’t have a small child who likes to eat them.
Candlelight? Four words – Disney Princess polyester dresses.
Basically, all the “romantic” stuff doesn’t just make the single people sad, it’s also a thorny rose in the heart of the average parent.
And all of this, of course, assumes that you’re still in a relationship with the person you had sex with and made another person. Eff me – imagine what V-Day is like for people who are single AND have small children?
Anyway, in a pleasurable backlash against the sappy soppy sloppy flowers and card brigade of which I am definitely not one although perhaps maybe possibly one day someone will buy me a card and some flowers and give me a kiss and some breakfast in bed and take the children away for a few weeks…sorry… there are people out there who take pleasure in marking Valentine’s day in rather less typical ways.
A trip to Ikea? A £5 Superdrug voucher? A cross stitch proclaiming “Come the f*ck in, or f*ck the f*ck off”? Or perhaps some cookies with the words penis, c*nt and c*ck emblazoned across them? No?
Well, perhaps you would like to celebrate by being sick on the kitchen floor at 3am after one too many on a girls’ night out, and gift your husband the pleasure of mopping it up?
Whatever way you look at it though, V-Day for parents is not even close to victorious. Especially when you realise that this year it lands during HALF. TERM…
Roses are dead,
Romance is too,
When you have small children,
Surviving is sometimes all you can do.