Ok, it’s official.
I suck.
I’m a horrible wifely thing.
Yesterday was our anniversary.
Over the weekend, Esteban and I had a spout of unpleasantness, mostly driven by my general hormonal goofiness. And also the fact that he spent all three nights of the weekend away from the house (Friday at a D&D game, Saturday at No Psuedonym Scott’s, because he wanted to go, and Sunday at another D&D game) had something to do with it.
Tuesday, I got a lovely bouquet of pink roses and purpley flowers at work.
Ok. It was nice. It’s nice to get flowers. I had started buying them for myself because he hasn’t been as forthcoming with the purty flower things recently as he used to be. But that’s what happens when you’re used to each other, I think. Fewer flowers.
He also made certain to note that they were NOT because he messed up our anniversary. They were because he felt that I needed flowers. It was very sweet and he got a lovely kiss.
Wednesday was our anniversary. I spent most of the day standing and talking in an extremely hot training room after a night of too little sleep.
And then a bouquet of red roses was delivered. Which was lovely. And he got a sweet kiss for that and a thank you. And I’m certain that all the husbands of my coworkers got a lecture when their wives got home from work after looking at my desk with two humongous bouquets on it.
When I got home, he gave me a lovely computer themed card. And guess what I gave him. Yep. That’s right.
A guilty look.
I didn’t get him anything. No card. Nothing.
I suck.
Now, honestly, we had talked about this a few weeks ago and decided that we would get a TiVo as a mutual anniversary present. And I didn’t feel like going out to eat when I got home, so he ran out to Wendy’s and got me a Frosty and a cheeseburger. With just ketchup. That was important because he has issues with ordering anything special. He feels that it’s a pain in the ass. And he didn’t even say anything when I only ate half the medium Frosty and then said ‘Gah’ I’m full.’
Then today. Had training the entire freaking day. Didn’t hit my desk once. Left my flowers at work because the monster kitty will eat them and knock them over. Got home late and felt all sweaty and hoarse and gross from work.
And sitting at my computer desk’. A third bouquet of flowers. This one was irises, sunflowers and daisies. Because he felt that I should have some for home.
I suck.
And it didn’t help with you reading that and saying ‘Awwwww’, you know. It’s not like I already don’t feel bad enough. Cripes.
