Come on, Cupid. Hit me!

I hate to admit that in this season of love, I am just not feeling it this year.

I had great intentions while my hubby was out of town. The kids and I were going to prepare fun, sentimental things to give to him on Valentines Day. I was actually excited about having a few days at home without him so that we could prepare. Instead, the kids got sick and I have been drained of creative juice. I had on the same sweats this morning that I put on for bed Sunday night. I feel like I did when I brought my babies home from the hospital. 

The trying to be a sexy wife when you can smell spit up in your hair days. 

I'm just a bit spent. Two babies with the flu all alone gets tiring. Not to mention, I don't feel so hot myself. I started myself on an antibiotic that I had. I took it to India as a precaution and (thankfully) didn't end up needing it. Thank you, doctor Me! Hopefully by the time Brad gets home tomorrow afternoon I will be looking a bit better and feeling a bit better.  

Anyways, I was having a hard time coming up with something fun and creative to do for my husband for Saturday. We don't have a sitter so we decided that we would stay home and try to put the kids to bed early. I'm thinking Benadryl.  I kid, I kid. I found a new Chicken Asiago Farfalle recipe that I am wanting to try. A quiet dinner with candlelight and wine...sounds like a pretty good evening for parents of two young children if you ask me. That is the plan anyway. Things don't typically work out the way I plan them, so I'm not holding my breath. We may end up having a family night with popcorn and popsicles. And if that happens, I'm okay with that.

I was searching the internet for cheap ideas of fun things to do for my guy, hoping for a spark of creativity and that cupid would hit me right in the derrière with his arrow of love. 

I read one idea that made my jaw drop to the floor. 

The writers suggestions was to pack a picnic of your love's favorite foods, load them up, and take him or her to the cemetery to enjoy a quiet evening alone together. What the freak?  That is NOT speaking my love language.

The best idea I read was from a woman who rented a hot tub, moved the dining room furniture out, and had it placed in the dining room. I totally love this idea! This is actually something I would do. In fact, I may put in a few phone calls to hot tub vendors tomorrow. Isn't that fun? 

What do you have planned for the day of love? 

Any ideas that I could borrow?