The Day After...

Jean2 here. Another Valentine's Day has come and gone. And being a teacher-that is a good thing. Especially with 5th graders who are in that cute little shy stage of boyfriends and girlfriends. I remember that age. Passing out the Valentines and trying to give the cute little boy you had a crush on the best one from the box and hoping he does the same for you. Comparing them with your friends. I witnessed a lot of this in my room. All innocent and sweet. AAAHHH-the simpler days. I have to be honest-I have never had a bad Valentines Day and although I do enjoy the day-there is just something about it I dread. I don't know what it is. Maybe expectations. That is always a problem for me. DH was great. He always is amazingly so-since I am often admittedly ungrateful. We spent this past weekend without kids being in love, eating dinner out, and he bought me an ITUNES card to support my newfound MUSICAL PROZAC-the infamous IPOD. And of course, since I am a teacher-he sent a dozen roses. AAWWW-isn't he sweet. He is. And very thoughtful. I am blessed and admit it. But being a teacher on Valentine's Day isn't always easy-it is almost like HS! Almost every teacher gets flowers-and who wants to be the one that doesn't? Not that I think they symbolize how much your husband loves you but that is a perk of being a teacher. Still after all these years getting flowers at school and feeling special and getting that little excited feeling when you see them coming your way. Although I enjoy the day-I am always glad when it is over. Many of my friends detest the day-I am not there yet-but give me a bad Valentine's Day -heaven forbid-and I would. A bittersweet day. I hope everyone had a great one!