Yup... I Still Hate Valentines Day

Valentines Day is the kind of day where I want to pull the covers up over my head and hide. I've never liked it. I won't go into all the reasons why. I've done that a couple times already on my blog...

Like here where I explain how every time I try to plan something for valentines, it goes to hell. Or that time where I talked about all the stupid shit guys do for valentines day. And to top it all off, we had last year's valentine's day. You know, where we had to deal with saying good bye to my grandfather...

So, needless to say, I put a ban on valentines day this year.

I told hubby that I would be REALLY pissed off if he tried to do anything to celebrate valentines day on February 14. No presents. No cards. No flowers. No chocolates. NOTHING. Fortunately, he humored me...

So I spent the day yesterday at home with a sick munchkin. I was hobbling around the house because my calf had completely cramped up on me three days earlier and had yet to loosen up. I was freaked out because it was a major hit on my hours, which already suck and landed me on double secret probation. I had two articles to write for the ABA and no information with which to even bull shit my way through them. I was so freaking tired I could barely keep my eyes open.

And I was missing my grandfather like crazy.

Last week one of the stones fell out of the engagement ring he designed and made for me. I had lost my wedding band the week of his funeral. I have no idea whether the thing disappeared at our hotel out in Jericho or if it's lost in space somewhere in the house. But the damn thing up and disappeared on me.

My grandfather had gone with me and hubby into the diamond district to get the rings. He haggled with the store owner until we were getting two rings for less than the price it would have cost to get one at the mall. And he was still disappointed he couldn't get the price down lower, but it was a holiday weekend.

I was upset when it disappeared. But I was convinced that it would turn up. Well, one year later, the damn thing still hasn't surfaced.

So I lost the wedding band the week he passed away. The engagement ring broke the week of his unveiling. Kind of freaky timing, right?

I mentioned it to someone at work who thought it was all too creepy, then decided that it was grandpa's way of saying hi. Who knows if that's true. He could have decided to mess with my jewelery to let me know he was thinking of me... or to punish me for not keeping his work appropriately sparkly...

I'd like to think that he's out there looking down on us and smiling... That he's still watching Andrew grow up... That one day he'll see my sister walk down the isle at her wedding...

Valentines day...

bah humbug

I'm glad it's over.