This week is just "off". Ever have one of those weeks?
I screwed up big time in a family situation... Our only niece's first birthday party is coming up in 2 weeks. I feel horrible about this because I thought my husband was off work that weekend and he isn't. It's my fault because I didn't check his schedule. I thought he was off work because we were originally planning to do a 10k in Mobile that same weekend until we realized that weekend would be the birthday party. I asked him about that weekend months ago and he thought he would be off. I didn't double check with him. I just assumed. Yeah, you know what happens when you assume. That's right. I am an ass. I feel horrible about this.
My experiments in lab aren't working and I can't figure out why. It's really frustrating. There is no one around my building who knows how to do what I'm trying to do. I've been reading journal articles at night trying to figure out what I'm doing wrong and I just don't know. I need some molecular biologist buddies around here! So basically, I'm left on my own to flail about and figure it out on my own. I thought I would have this new project finished before my vacation but now I don't know if it will work or not. I hate science sometimes. When things should work, but they won't, it's so annoying.
My husband and I normally don't fight so any disruption in the day-to-day happiness is a big deal to me. We have a great marriage and get along really well 99% of the time. I love him like I never knew I could love anyone. When I see him sleeping, it makes my heart melt. He is a good, patient, and kind man. When he laughs, it's just the best thing in the world to hear. But.... combine one very sleep-deprived, cranky husband with one wife with PMS and no chocolate and you have a recipe for a tiff. We aren't fighters and I'm so thankful that we have a great marriage. I hate confrontation and will avoid it if at all possible. He is the same way. We have a 30 second flare up, then one of us apologizes and we're fine after that. So... the reason for last night's 30 second flare up, you ask? .... the trip to Spain.
When the hubs wanted to move to Birmingham, I wasn't too keen on the idea (to say the least). After we decided that the opportunity in Birmingham would be better for his career in the long run, I agreed to move. I made him promise that in exchange for me agreeing to uproot my life in Oklahoma with my dearest friends, family that I used to see as often as possible, and a job that I loved- that we would take a trip to Europe while we were in Birmingham. We're in year 3 out of 4 (maybe year 3 out of 5) of living here. Time is running out for us to take a trip. He promised.
Let me add that I hate spending money. As much as it's fun to talk about shopping and clothes and things that I want. I don't really shop. I carry a nice purse, but that's where the extravagance ends for me. Luckily my job is one where I don't need to dress in business attire. I play with bacteria, chemicals, and bleach most days, so I can wear super-casual things to work. I wear clothes from Old Navy normally and Gap is high-end for me. Everything I buy is on clearance. Today I have on a t-shirt that was $3 and a pair of jeans that were $15. Classy. We eat at home the majority of the time and don't do things that cost much money. We both take our lunches to work every day. We are savers... like obsessively. Once money has gone into the savings account, it's not coming out. When I write about trips and travel, I don't want anyone to get the wrong impression that we blow money because we don't. I am extremely cheap, but I LOVE to travel. I will not shop for 3 years in exchange for a trip somewhere. Seeing the world is probably the most important thing on my "to do" list.
Back to the "tiff" explanation. Last night, we were about to book the most expensive trip we've ever taken and I clicked to the part about travel insurance.
I asked him, "Do you want to get the travel insurance? I think it's a good idea."
He says, "How much is it?"
I say "$161.00" knowing that this is probably unnecessary and ridiculous but I am a worrier and I always get the insurance for everything.
He throws his hands into the air and walks out of the room yelling about how much the trip is going to cost.
So I don't book the trip at all and I said "Forget it! I knew we wouldn't go! It's fine!"
He went to bed and I put up the dishes.
Sometime in the middle of the night he starts trying to talk to me about the trip and says to go ahead and book it and get the insurance and we should go.
I said that I know he doesn't want to spend the money and that's fine... that we won't go. (We all know what a woman means when she says "fine"... It means I'm still pissed but I don't feel like fighting about it right now).
Now the whole thing is just soured to me... I wonder if anyone else gets so excited about something and builds it up in their mind? Then if it doesn't work out the way you planned, it's just not very much fun anymore. I wanted him to be as excited as I was about the trip. I wanted it to be magical. I had this idea of hanging out on the beaches of Spain with a glass of sangria in hand, wandering around Las Ramblas trying new food, seeing Gaudi's architecture, and sitting at a rooftop lounge overlooking the Mediterranean Sea for a week. The thing is that we have the money saved. We just don't want to spend it. So, I don't know what we'll do about the trip. I guess I'm just sad today.
Lunch time is almost over and it's time
to bang my head against the wall try to figure out what's gone wrong with my experiments.