Getting Out of the V-Day Rut

You know you're losing your mojo when you're considering asking your husband if sweat pants are ok for valentines' day dinner. 

Maybe you're even worse when, without discussion due to tradition, you both decide to forego getting the other a gift, opting instead to save the money for "other things."

 No cards, no flowers, no candy, barely any acknowledgement. 

Our Valentine's Day apathy even trickled down to our son,  Xander, who refused to buy valentines despite girls popping up all over  fighting for the "girl friend" title. 

Somehow, though, we finally broke out of our Valentines day rut.

 After school, I took x out for a mother/son date. I let him choose what he wanted to do.

I let him play "king of the mt" after school and bought him a book. 

 We planned everything on a whim, because who can really plan around me? 

X and I both reminisced back to our last VDay date, too many years back to recall when, but I could still eat at chinese buffets.

X said he knew I was up to something when I picked him up with my little perma-smile. 

That surprise was a celtics jersey, customized with Lightning #74 (the sum of Kobe, Carter, and Rondo's #'s I'm told). 

X's on a "I'm going to play pro" kick, and we're supporting him. He hasn't put the basketball down without a fight since he got the jersey.

Thank you coupons.

I did drag myself out of the sweatpant rut and put on an outfit J liked. 

We tried for a restuarant where we had gift certificates, but they were closed for monday. We got pizza instead, and had some great family bonding. 

I even left my phone at home. X has been anxious since my illness last week, but I think that's over for now. 

Thank you Valentines' day.