It's Valentine's Day - which really doesn't mean much to us. We think it's a silly holiday, but it's a good excuse to get out of our usual Sunday night dinners at my in-laws. And we use it as another day to show our love without spending money.
I did take the effort to make pancakes for breakfast. Including this special one:
Don't let that nice gesture mislead you, it certainly doesn't cancel out my horribleness. (Plus I ate it since it was the last pancake I had made and he'd eaten most of the earlier ones.)
Hart had to work, but we still had a chunk of the morning together before then. I spent most of it being cranky. I gave him a hard time about his laundry being everywhere when I needed to get it together to do today. I snapped at him when he put the laundry basket he was going to fill on the bed which I was planning to strip. I had a breakdown right before he left about finances and how we were doomed to be stuck living with his parents in CT for the rest of our pitiful existence. And that HIS company messed up on his taxes and now we're going to have to pay when he won't even have a job come Wednesday and he hasn't made any effort to contact people to work it out so we at least won't have to pay as much. So when he left I was stalking out of the room with tears in my eyes.
And 10 minutes later, when he got to work, he called me to tell me everything would be fine and it would work out. HE called ME! I should have at least texted him right away to apologize, but was such a bad wife, wallowing in my own pessimism, that I didn't and he made the first move towards forgiveness.
He deserves so much better ...
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