February is here 💘 and the whole world is going gaga - swooning over cupids shooting arrows.
Brands are suddenly talking about love and ten thousand ways to impress your partner by buying ridiculously expensive and highly useless things.
Build your long-lasting relationship this Valentine’s
by buying products that will ultimately get lost in the dump that I have in cupboard because with two kids and a child-like husband who needs spoon-feeding and mommying even to find a pair of socks, buying more things is not something I’m very excited about. 🧦🤦🏻♀️
As a mom, I don’t think Valentine’s has the same meaning for me anymore.
Ten years into marriage, my husband and I sleep in different rooms, tending to kids all night so that one crying child doesn’t wake the other. 👶🌙
All I really need is -
- a few hours alone
- absolutely no botheration
That would honestly be the best gift my husband could give me. 🎁
I’m not even sure he even remembers Valentine’s is around the corner. 😅
Life has just become like this.
It’s not that I’m complaining.
But my:
- hands
- my plate
- my head, which barely functions at times because it’s so full of brain fog
all I crave is things, appliances, and people that make my life easier and simpler. 🧠☕
Valentine’s is now a day meant for family.
- Evening cuddles 🤍
- Slow dinners 🍽️
- The peace and joy of kids sleeping on time so we can at least try to get cozy 😌
This definitely doesn’t guarantee a happy ending but at least the guilt of not trying is gone 🤪
So no, I’m not complaining.
All I’m saying is: life comes in phases.
And in those phases, priorities change.
Roses might feel meaningful at 22. 🌹
But at 35?
All I want is:
- a hot cup of coffee ☕
- a massage 💆🏻♀️
- and silence 🤫
And if you’re still stuck with your 20s expectations, No matter what you’ll always feel disappointed.
Parents, live in whatever phase you’re in. 💛
What you have right now is the best version for this moment.
Trust me… it only gets crazier from here. 😅✨