Valentine’s Day is not a “holiday” that the Hubs and I celebrate. We love each other every day and don’t need to buy cards, candy or flowers to express ourselves. Nor do we go out to an expensive dinner and spend a ton of money on one of the busiest nights/weekends of the entire year for restaurants.
Being in the biz, I hate this weekend. It’s amateur hour, Noah’s arc style. Two by two people come in, expecting a special romantic evening….with 100+ other couples. Sweethearts want to linger over a long candlelit dinner, and the restaurant needs the table back for the next couple who’s already waiting at the bar, it’s a hot mess! This year Valentine’s is on a Monday, which means, not only do I have to work all weekend (including Sunday, when I’m usually off) but also drag this madness into Monday. So enough complaining right? I chose this profession, but here’s the catch, I’ve got barnheart bad right now. So I muster all my strength and false enthusiasm to get to work everyday, all the while wishing with all my might I was outside with my hands in the dirt or doing something domestic, like baking bread or quilting. One day I will have my farm~this is what keeps me moving forward.