{Let me just start this post by saying that it makes me ABSOLUTELY bonkers when people say ValentiMe's Day! Ugh!!! It send shivers down my spine.}
This year we celebrate our seventh Valentine's Day as a couple and our first as a family of three!
But, let me tell you about our first Valentine's Day...
February 14, 2005 - We'd been married a whole five weeks. We had only been together for six months before we got married so we hadn't even celebrated a V-Day together, at all. Now, I don't actually celebrate Valentine's Day. It's never been a big deal to me. I ask for a card with a little nice something written inside but no expensive gifts or flowers. I'd rather the hubs show that he loves me on a random day than on a day when he thinks he has to. This works for us. I don't knock others that do celebrate and it did kinda sucked to be at work when other people are getting flowers delivered but it works for us. {After I typed this, the hubs sent me a text saying that he got me a surprise because he loves me. Turned out to be a Power Bar!!! I've been "needing" one! He saw one where ever he was at and thought of me! Those are the kind of gifts I enjoy. It's not the cost or size, just the sentiment. I like to know he was thinking about me on a random Monday while he's running errands.}
Well, on this particular V-Day, I had promoted about seven months earlier to the most miserable office known to man! To this day, I would not go back there for a million dollars. Okay...well, a million bucks is a lot of dough...I'd consider it. It was an awful office and I worked with horrible people. They had recently done a reorg and that put me in a file room with the "crazy lady." Now, I use the term "crazy" pretty loosely but in this case, she really was!!!
This lady was convinced that "people" were watching her on her computer. Periodically, throughout the day, she'd open WordPad and frantically start typing to the "people" that she knew they were watching her. Seriously...she told me this! I saw her do it. That is just the beginning of the loony I had to endure. I won't get into it too much because that's not really what this post is about. Just, trust me, this office was TERR-I-BLE!!!
Not only was the office my own personal hell but it was located in the least convenient place possible. On a Saturday, I could get to the office in 30 minutes, tops. On a workday, it would take me an hour and 15 minutes, on a good day! The only thing I hate to do more than driving, is driving in traffic. An hour and 15 minutes in traffic is enough to make me cry, EVERY day!
On this particular day, it took me nearly TWO HOURS to get home. There was an accident, of course. I was literally in tears. I was frustrated. Miserable.
I knew that the hubs was already home. He had one of those jobs that didn't really have hours. He had a job to do and when it was done, he could go home. He had called me to tell me that he was having car troubles and we'd have to go out that night to get a new battery. He knew that I had the most horrendous day and drive. I secretly hoped that he had dinner started and maybe a nice evening planned (he's a romantic and the type to surprise me even though we don't celebrate.)
When I walked through the door...he was playing video games. With his friend. Lounging on the couch. Drinking beer.
I was livid.
I walked straight in, went to the bathroom and took my shower. In that shower, I criiiiiiiied.
I was so done with the drive and the job. And I'm a horrible person and didn't want to see my husband having a good time with his buddy when I was so miserable.
When I got out of the shower, the friend had left (so glad the hubs is smart enough) and the ILs were over!!! Yep, my ILs were there. I'd rather see the hubs playing games with his friend!!!
I should've been grateful because they had bought a new battery for the truck. We didn't need to spend the money or time. By the time they left it was 7pm. I didn't want to start dinner because I didn't have enough for them. Besides, dinner would've been ready (and cold) long before they left.
When the hubs came inside I suggested we order Chinese food from our favorite restaurant (that delivers) as a treat for the miserable day I had endured. Heck, I deserved it...and thankfully, he knew it!
That meal didn't get to us until after 9PM!!! I'm sure they were super busy (not that they told us that when we ordered) but I still wasn't happy when I shoveled cold Chinese food down my gullet at my bedtime.
It was quite a day and needless to say, we don't have any pictures of our first Valentine's Day.
The good news is, I knew it couldn't get much worse. And, it hasn't. We still don't celebrate V-Day but every year we reminisce about the first Valentine's Day we "celebrated" together.
This year we celebrate our seventh Valentine's Day as a couple and our first as a family of three!
But, let me tell you about our first Valentine's Day...
February 14, 2005 - We'd been married a whole five weeks. We had only been together for six months before we got married so we hadn't even celebrated a V-Day together, at all. Now, I don't actually celebrate Valentine's Day. It's never been a big deal to me. I ask for a card with a little nice something written inside but no expensive gifts or flowers. I'd rather the hubs show that he loves me on a random day than on a day when he thinks he has to. This works for us. I don't knock others that do celebrate and it did kinda sucked to be at work when other people are getting flowers delivered but it works for us. {After I typed this, the hubs sent me a text saying that he got me a surprise because he loves me. Turned out to be a Power Bar!!! I've been "needing" one! He saw one where ever he was at and thought of me! Those are the kind of gifts I enjoy. It's not the cost or size, just the sentiment. I like to know he was thinking about me on a random Monday while he's running errands.}
Well, on this particular V-Day, I had promoted about seven months earlier to the most miserable office known to man! To this day, I would not go back there for a million dollars. Okay...well, a million bucks is a lot of dough...I'd consider it. It was an awful office and I worked with horrible people. They had recently done a reorg and that put me in a file room with the "crazy lady." Now, I use the term "crazy" pretty loosely but in this case, she really was!!!
This lady was convinced that "people" were watching her on her computer. Periodically, throughout the day, she'd open WordPad and frantically start typing to the "people" that she knew they were watching her. Seriously...she told me this! I saw her do it. That is just the beginning of the loony I had to endure. I won't get into it too much because that's not really what this post is about. Just, trust me, this office was TERR-I-BLE!!!
Not only was the office my own personal hell but it was located in the least convenient place possible. On a Saturday, I could get to the office in 30 minutes, tops. On a workday, it would take me an hour and 15 minutes, on a good day! The only thing I hate to do more than driving, is driving in traffic. An hour and 15 minutes in traffic is enough to make me cry, EVERY day!
On this particular day, it took me nearly TWO HOURS to get home. There was an accident, of course. I was literally in tears. I was frustrated. Miserable.
I knew that the hubs was already home. He had one of those jobs that didn't really have hours. He had a job to do and when it was done, he could go home. He had called me to tell me that he was having car troubles and we'd have to go out that night to get a new battery. He knew that I had the most horrendous day and drive. I secretly hoped that he had dinner started and maybe a nice evening planned (he's a romantic and the type to surprise me even though we don't celebrate.)
When I walked through the door...he was playing video games. With his friend. Lounging on the couch. Drinking beer.
I was livid.
I walked straight in, went to the bathroom and took my shower. In that shower, I criiiiiiiied.
I was so done with the drive and the job. And I'm a horrible person and didn't want to see my husband having a good time with his buddy when I was so miserable.
When I got out of the shower, the friend had left (so glad the hubs is smart enough) and the ILs were over!!! Yep, my ILs were there. I'd rather see the hubs playing games with his friend!!!
I should've been grateful because they had bought a new battery for the truck. We didn't need to spend the money or time. By the time they left it was 7pm. I didn't want to start dinner because I didn't have enough for them. Besides, dinner would've been ready (and cold) long before they left.
When the hubs came inside I suggested we order Chinese food from our favorite restaurant (that delivers) as a treat for the miserable day I had endured. Heck, I deserved it...and thankfully, he knew it!
That meal didn't get to us until after 9PM!!! I'm sure they were super busy (not that they told us that when we ordered) but I still wasn't happy when I shoveled cold Chinese food down my gullet at my bedtime.
It was quite a day and needless to say, we don't have any pictures of our first Valentine's Day.
The good news is, I knew it couldn't get much worse. And, it hasn't. We still don't celebrate V-Day but every year we reminisce about the first Valentine's Day we "celebrated" together.