Yesterday (February 14) I woke up in my usual bad mood and grumbled through getting ready for work. All the while my husband was acting cheery and sweet. Right before I left for work he said “Wait!” and ran up to me, put his arms around me and kissed me. Made my knees weak. He said, “Have a good day, sweetie.” I am thinking “What could possible be up? Does he have to tell me I 'm dying or something?”
Well, flash to the drive to work. What’s that thing they keep mentioning on the radio? Some sort of celebration? Apparently, it’s Valentine’s Day. Oops.
I call Mr. Kat when I get to work and apologize for forgetting Valentine’s Day and just to say “I love you” and try to be sweet and make up for it. I don’t worry to much further about it because we never get each other presents for anything. For Christmas one year I got him a tire (hey, he needed it!) and other than that we generally pass on the gift giving and enjoy each other. I even looked at a coworker when she asked me what I was getting for Valentine’s Day and gave her a holier-than-thou response “We don’t exchange gifts. We just enjoy being with one another.”
Well, apparently I didn’t get the memo that suspended this practice for this “holiday.” When he came home from work what does he have with him? A shiny new cell phone for me! I have never had a cell phone before. It was the perfect present. After I got over the initial “Cool!” enthusiasm it began to sink in that I didn’t have anything for him. He tried to downplay the gift, saying it was more a gift for him because now he wouldn’t worry about me on the road and out by myself (I’m 8 mos. pregnant) but it was no use. There I was, empty-handed. I made a tasty dinner with real mashed potatoes (his favorite) and tried to be Mrs. Good Wife.
Later that night Mr. Kat ended up buying me a new pair of shoes and giving me a long foot rub. By that time I was too sore and tired for good Valentine’s lovin’.
I am such a bad wife. I am going to flog myself now.