Let me be completely honest for a minute. I sorta hate valentines day. Not because I'm a big-holiday-hater, but I just think this holiday is so hyped up and crazy, that I sorta hate it. Let me refer back to a previous post when I stated that my 2 love languages are "Words of Affirmation" and "Quality Time". Now let me tell you what happened to me yesterday, on Valentines Day.
I had been in a Supervisor Training class all day yesterday and Tuesday, and by the time I got home, I was drained. I hate learning how to put my employees on corrective action, I hate learning the proper way to fire someone, and I hate learning how many times "this" person can be tardy before "this happens". I just don't like to think about being a mean boss. Not only that, but I had made a major mistake on our bank account (which is bad considering I'm in banking), and I was really upset with myself. Here's what happened, and don't disown me as your friend, promise? Tyler and I owe on our taxes this year, AND we're trying to save money for buying a house. So we decided that we would save all of our money and put it into a savings account for the house fund, and now recently I've opened another account for the taxes, so that we don't have to loan from the IRS when we submit our taxes this year. (I've already done our taxes but haven't submitted them, so that's how I know how much we owe). Every payperiod, I have brought our checking account to a $1.00 balance, because once I pay all of the bills, any money that is leftover goes to our savings. Then we get paid, we pay the bills, and I transfer the leftover money to savings. You get the point. So earlier this week I made a transfer to our savings and a transfer to our "tax" account, and the same day made a huge payment on our credit card. Long story short - I didn't account for the transfers I did earlier in the day and paid way too much on the credit card, resulting in 3 overdraft fees. Let me just say... I have never been overdrawn. Tyler has never been overdrawn. We have never been overdrawn since we've been married. I know, I shouldn't be so hard on myself since these fees were because we were trying to SAVE and TRIPLE our credit card payment, and it's not like they were because we are just frivilous and spend too much money, but I still felt like crap.
So, long story short, by the time Tyler got off of work, I was not in a good mood. He made us reservations to go to a Live Jazz Restaurant downtown for valentines, and I told him I didn't want to go. Then I proceeded to have a "minor" breakdown. I cried for a good 30 minutes. Now, before you call me a baby... I can't remember the last time I cried. I *think* it was the week before Thanksgiving. So, crying felt good. And the entire time that I cried, my husband just held me and kept telling me "It's okay, It's okay." Holy crap - that felt good to cry that much.
All the emotions, stress, and anxiety I have felt in the past 3 months came out in that 30 minutes, and wow... it felt good. We ended up staying in for the night and had some wine, and I made enchiladas and mexican corn dip. It was probably one of the best valentines days I've ever had. Not because my husband spent tons of money on a big gift, or because he took me to a nice, expensive restaurant, (because he didn't do either of those things)... but just because he told me how much he loved me, that everything would be okay, and we spent some quality time together.
I am so blessed to have such an incredible, supportive husband.
I hope you had a great Valenties day also.
3 years ago
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