So you know how, in any couple, each person has a role?
Around Valentine’s Day, Tim’s role is that of the sweet, thoughtful romantic who wants to show me how special I am. Mine is the cheap bastard who’d rather put money toward debt.
Mine is a practical viewpoint, I’ll grant you — but one that’s not quite applicable this year. We’re out of debt, excepting the mortgage. Which means I should probably lighten up.
The thing is, I’m terrible at Valentine’s Day. I’ve had maybe three Valentine’s Days (before Tim) where I actually had a boyfriend. And since I met Tim we’ve been mired in some sort of panic-inducing debt all six years. Lucky number seven, anyone?
This year, I want to do something nice. So far I got nuthin’.
Obviously we could do a romantic dinner — assuming that we actually had found a non-chain restaurant that we like around here. I doubt that’ll happen in the next 2-3 weeks.
Also, just a romantic dinner seems a bit like a cop-out. I looked into some stargazing at a local observatory — did you know that Pluto was discovered at one in Flagstaff? — but the two closest ones all kind of far for a weeknight trip. And even if I did want to fork over the money for a hot air balloon ride, thin air isn’t good for, say, a severe asthmatic.
And, hey, maybe neither of those things is even romantic. Like I said, terrible at Valentine’s Day.
I want to do something special for us this V-day. Goodness knows, we need it. In the past year, we’ve been pummeled with three miscarriages and all sorts of financial stress.
Plus, I always promised Tim I’d loosen up a bit on things like this once we were out of debt. Plus, he deserves to be shown how much I care.
Any ideas are appreciated.