On Valentines Day I do something really special, I get my own beers.
*snicker*
I do laundry and change diapers and clean up cat spews and drive kids around, like any other day.
I told my husband long ago that I didn’t expect him to do anything particular for Valentine’s Day. His coworkers are always astonished, as they struggle to generate “romance” for their “partner.” It’s a family tradition that we don’t “do” commercial holidays. We live on our own calendar, with special days like Lee-Jackson Day and Our Lady of Guadalupe.