“So I was talking to my teacher and she agreed you need to go on lots of dates.” There were so many things wrong with that sentence coming out of my almost thirteen year old’s mouth, I didn’t know where to start. Being a little slow, I asked him to repeat himself. “She said you definitely need to date more. See, she agrees with me! Go get married mom!” he explained as I sat there with my mouth hanging open. Happy Valentine’s day to me.
The two month love train is about to leave the station. From New Year’s Eve to Valentine’s Day, it can feel like open season on singles. I personally feel an affinity for the groundhog who slips off to dreamland from October until the beginning of February (but I would settle for being able to sleep in until eight a.m. once in a while). I didn’t realize how vocal I had been about my distaste for Valentine’s Day until I heard my words coming out of my youngest son’s mouth the other night, “Gah! If I see one more every kiss begins with Kay commercial, I am going to barf!!” I am paraphrasing here.
There is a new Weight Watchers plan being promoted by Jennifer Hudson approximately every ten seconds on TV. She looks fabulous and if I looked like that, I would be singing my head off too. So a few friends and I (re) joined Weight Watchers in January. I think it’s kind of like AA where you aren’t allowed to make names public, so I will just refer to them as J and S. Maybe I should have nicknamed them something fun like “cookie” and “candy”, but that would just make me hungry.
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