Over the years, as my youthful energy has faded and given way to sleepless nights and sick children, laundry by the truckload, pregnancy, and the unpleasantness that can come along with that, I have realized that the sexual passion that once burned within me is feeling burned-out.
How many women out there really feel loved/wanted/romanced on Valentine’s Day? I’ll bet if you did a survey of moms, the percentage would be low. I mean, honestly, what do we really want more than anything? It ain’t flowers, I’ll tell you that. It’s fucking peace and quiet.
FROM THE CONFESSIONAL
Confession #1603667 For valentines day I plan to eat about 30 cupcakes then settle into a warm bath with a bottle of vodka.
#21521333 "DH and I are a perfect match this Valentines Day. We both got each other a card but forgot to write in it. They will probably never see the tip of a pen but it’s the thought that counts right."
#9790291 "I am most definitely plotting to secretly go buy a bunch of discounted boxes of chocolate the day after Valentines Day to stash in the garage and eat all by myself."
