My first ever blog post was about what I thought would be a great family tradition that ended up being a total pain in my ass! Well, here we go again…
Each Valentine’s Day I buy candy and cards for all three kids and my husband. He buys candy and a card for me. I usually have to shop around like crazy to find candy this is nut free for my daughter, and that seems relatively proportionate to what I got for the boys.
This year, I read in Family Fun Magazine about a family who draws names and then buys Valentines for each other that way. The family said it was so sweet and everyone loved being able to pick out a Valentine for their “Secret Valentine.” Sucker that I am, I immediately subscribed to the sweetness of this and suggested it to my family! Plus, I thought, then everyone would be responsible for a Valentine for someone else, and not just me doing it all. Or so I thought.
I wrote out the names and we all drew one, starting with the youngest. It went perfectly well. I told the kids that if they drew my name, they’d have to tell Daddy and he would take them shopping, and if they drew Daddy’s name to tell me and I’d take them shopping for their “Secret Valentine.”
You know where this is going, right? Right down the tubes, that’s where! This great idea, this new tradition, is nothing more than the usual tradition, but more of a pain for me!
Here’s the breakdown of the “secret” drawing:
Little Guy gets Big Guy
Big Guy gets Little Guy
The Daughter gets Daddy
I get the Daughter…
And Daddy gets me.
Got it? It means, I STILL DO ALL OF THE VALENTINE’s SHOPPING, ONLY I DO IT 3 SEPARATE TIMES!
Happy freakin’ Valentine’s Day!