no more sex on Valentine's

the headline might be misleading. it is not the caption for a sex-story with a bad ending but the mere statement of what we have come to (and I don't mean this in a sexual sense;)

I remember, before we had two kids, I used to make Valentine's Day special. Despite Dario never being able to keep up with romantic display (at our first Valentine together he gave me a TV and VCR - granted I had just moved into a new place...I would have been very happy with flowers and a CARD.... just couldn't get all sweet about a TV).
Back then I would march to the lingerie store every Valentine's Day and get something special...not just some new underwear, but some sort of stupid clichee porn-scene inspired outfit. All outfits were equally uncomfortable (e.g. who wants to have a chain thong up ther a**) but D certainly had a happy grin on his face when I performed clumsy striptease to Missy Elliot or Lil' Kim. Sometimes I would bake a heart-shaped cake (shut up, I know it's corny). I'd always get flowers, and I'd make sure we had a candle light dinner....no matter who much D complained about the flickering light bothering his eyes and that he would prefer to clearly see what he is eating.
Only thing remaining from these special Valentine's Days is the candle-light dinner. And the meal wasn't really self-prepared either but came out of a bag (I recommend : Skillet Sensations!).
By the end of the meal it was almost 11pm and after cleaning up and preparing Maia's school stuff for the next day, we more or less fell into bed too tired to even make out. We somewhat managed to move closer and somewhat hug each other while we fell asleep, which by the way only took minutes.

We gotta get more sleep. But last weekend was a killer. On Sunday Dario worked 19 hours straight while I was taking care of the girls all day and through a rough night. D came home at 5.30 in the morning and naturally couldn't get up with Maia as he usually does. So at 7 am I had to get up with Maia, after a whole night of no more than two consecutive hours of sleep.

oh well, hopefully the old days will come back in some form.
At least, it's not only me anymore who is too tired to get it on (i.e. always the one asking for an extra day).