Friday, February 13, 2004
The pressure is on. Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, the day everyone who is in love with anyone is expected to come up with a grand gesture that shows that person exactly how much they mean to you.
If you were to ask me right now which is my least favorite holiday I would have to say Feb. 14. The reason it's my least favorite is I feel more pressure on Valentine's Day than I do any other day of the year.
I want Valentine's Day to be perfect, and I cannot accept anything less than that. Which is why, every Valentine's Day over the past few years has ended in total disaster.
There was one year I decided I was going to surprise my husband with a romantic dinner at home. It was a surprise because you won't usually find me in the kitchen. However, in the middle of my cooking frenzy, my husband calls to say he has locked the keys in the car.
That one move is all it took. It was all down hill from there. I made a mad dash to throw dinner in the oven, unlock the car and still try to surprise my husband with a gourmet-esque meal. The only problem is, with my lack of cooking experience I managed to under cook everything.
That is just one of my Valentine's Day disasters.
This year I decided to take a different route for Valentine's Day. I told my husband two weeks ago that I was not going to be "in charge" of Valentine's Day this year. I wasn't going to plan a weekend away, dinner out or even try to go out to a romantic movie. Instead, the ball is in his court.
I have to say that it being the day before Valentine's Day I am not feeling the same pressure to come up with that one grand gesture that shows my husband how much he means to me. Instead, I just have to remember to swing by the store on my way home, pick up a card, a box of chocolates and anything else I can think of.
However, I would be lying if I told you that since giving up the reigns to Valentine's Day I haven't thought of a million different ways I could surprise my husband. I have been looking at different gifts and places we could go for the weekend. But I have had to control myself...this year it is not my job to be concerned with such things.
. Elena Olmstead can be contacted at (509) 837-4500, or e-mail her at firstname.lastname@example.org