Something has happened to me lately where I've completely lost the energy to be enthusiastic about any given holiday.
Like on Halloween, for example, the idea of a couples costume (Me: TSA Agent / Jeremy: Traveler) sounded so rad - but the idea of executing said costume and finding a party made me tired. And it would've been so easy! I mean - blue latex gloves and a suitcase and frisky hands.
And then Christmas - I barely had the energy to unfold our 18" metallic trees.
And the expectations that come with New Year's always leaves me feeling overwhelmed. I'm like a possum that plays dead when over stimulated.
So yesterday was Valentine's Day and I felt totally neutral about it. I wasn't hating on it like a good feminist and anti-consumer should. But I wasn't loving on it like a good blogger should. I was excited when my new designer brought me a cupcake and when my mailman brought me the cutest card ever (by Rifle Paper Co.) from Carina. But overall I felt just sort of "meh" about the whole thing. And then I started feeling guilty about my lack of enthusiasm.
So when it came to celebrating with my valentine ... it was a normal Tuesday. We did a normal workout (P90X2 is getting intense, y'all) and I made a normal dinner - this soup. I decided to make our meal somewhat special and throw what little festive energy I had into making some quick bread (Parathas). That's right - we celebrated Valentine's Day with gluten. We watched 30 Rock and I fought with Dinahsaur for space next to Jeremy on the couch. I decided to get in the Love Day mood with strawberries (the most romantic fruit ever, right?) and coconut cream with cinnamon - and a couple glasses of Shiraz. And just when I thought this Tuesday might cross over into Valentine's Day territory (frisky hands aren't just for TSA costumes on Halloween) I became sleepy. And bloated. I knew I shouldn't have had that gluten. And that's where the story of our normal Tuesday that happened to be on Valentine's Day concludes. I crawl in bed and fall fast asleep. End scene.
But all of that said - I'm glad a normal Tuesday is filled with lots of cuddles and good food. I'm glad that we get a do-over with our ordinary Wednesday - we'll work out, make dinner and I'll fight the cats for space next to Jeremy while we blaze through 30 Rock on Netflix.
But tonight - no gluten.
P.S. I do not actually have a gluten intolerance - especially when it comes to cupcakes.
This is hilarious. The curse of the celebratory meal! It gets me every time...
ReplyDeletePlease help me have the will to make my average Tuesday involve P90X. I promised myself I would at least do the ab ripper tonight. Instead, I ate Valentine's day chocolates.
ReplyDeleteAnd... there goes Wednesday.
I feel for ya and I understand. No worries though. We watched Chopped on TV and that was that. And I too fought with a fat cat for some real estate next to the husband on the couch. I won. Sucka!
ReplyDeleteI NEED to make that soup! Yum...
ReplyDeleteSo last night, we went for dinner at friends, and he made a chili from the Well Fed cookbook-- & I got to see it in real life-- it looks awesome Kathleen! I was like "my friend designed it!"
Ok, that is all :) xx
hehe aw, well at least you can always start over.
ReplyDeletewe caught up on shameless and i roasted a chicken. thank god i kept it gluten free or there would have been BIG TROUBLE!
ReplyDeleteWe had a similar problem over here, but the culprit was too much tuna steak!
ReplyDeleteThis is the perfect description of married life. I'm convinced Hollywood stars have such scintillating romantic lives because they never eat. Being full so quickly kills my mood.
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