Valentine's Day is just around the corner, and my inbox is
exploding with travel offers for romantic getaways for two.
You're probably getting those same emails or seeing the ads
in magazines or television, so you know just what I'm talking about: rose
petals scattered on gorgeous hotel beds, jaw-dropping sunsets over exotic
oceans, deals on couples massages at high-end spas, and glasses of wine at tiny
bistros in romantic European cities.
Sounds pretty good to me.
But I also know it's not going to happen.
Here are five reasons I'm pretty sure we'll be enjoying our
Valentine's Day on the couch together with Netflix and a carton of ice cream
instead of a seven-course meal on a candlelit beach:
the kids behind is more work than it's worth.
We can barely arrange for a babysitter on a
Friday night. I'm not sure we're equipped to make all the arrangements
necessary to leave our children behind for four days while we escape to the
Bahamas. I'd need a vacation just to unwind from the stress of going on vacation.
2. Who feels
flush in February?
Getting a massage is less relaxing when you spend the whole time worrying about the price tag.
Those credit card bills from Christmas are now due and
I'm feeling like we maybe could
splurge for the name-brand ice cream instead of the grocery store version. Getting a massage is less relaxing when you
spend the whole time worrying about the price tag.
to Paris might be on sale, but plane tickets to Grandma are not.
be a smoking deal for our trip, but inevitably it costs more to fly Grandma in
from two states away to watch our kids than to fly across the Atlantic and stay
in a five-star resort.
already live somewhere warm.
Our home is in Phoenix, which means February
is the prime time to be here. My kids are wearing flip-flops to the park, and
I'm putting on a jacket when it is in the 60s. Paying to fly somewhere to soak
in the sunshine? No thanks. Maybe I'll save
my money to fly somewhere nice and cool come July, you know, if there's time to plan that trip.
5. I already
don't sleep at home.
Having three little kids means that sleep is a
precious and lovely commodity to me. Jet-lag from traveling means even more
interruption to my fragile bedtime ecosystem. If there's anything worse than
coming home and resuming normal parenting routines while fighting off jet-lag,
I don't know what it is.