I have not blogged in many moons. I thought I was saving it for a certain time, but felt a post stuck in my throat this morning.
one of my least favorite holidays.
I started the morning off in a fuss.
I shall digress.
Yesterday I was at home from work with the stomach bug—I had diarrhea and was throwing up, even water. I did not want to use a sick day, since I always go over on days. Last semester when I used all my absences, I was charged $222 per day I missed. My last pay check in December of 2017 was docked over $900 for sick days.
Life happens; kids get sick (or lice), I get sick, sometimes we just need a recovery day as teachers. So I have really been trying to save my days, especially with this thing I haven’t told y’all about coming up… I will be missing lots of days.
Anyways, after being sick yesterday, I fell asleep early, around 8:30 p.m. (to my boyfriend playing with my hair like the God he is) and woke up around 11:30 p.m. to Jeremiah hopping up. He is a wakeful sleeper, so I thought he was going to the bathroom.
But no. He’d fallen asleep not too long after I had, without eating dinner.
It was a must. At 11:30 p.m. he had to make his ground beef tacos.
He does, as well. Just the other night he fired up the grill, made chicken, and sliced it for fresh tacos. We had avocado, grilled onions and bell pepper, fresh onions and cilantro, limes, and fresh salsa. And cheese, but I don’t like cheese.
Those were good tacos.
Ground beef tacos, made with a taco seasoning pack, in hard shells… not good tacos.
However, he made these tacos. In the middle of the night. Since I had been sick, I felt repulsed at even the thought of these fake ass tacos.
After about 30 minutes, I checked on him via text, because I could not fall back asleep in bed alone. More so because I knew he was making those tacos and I was secretly starving. (I had eaten cucumbers with lemon juice on them for dinner).
I was correct he responded, and even made a grand appearance in the room letting me know he was almost done. (I think there was a FaceTime in there, of me rushing him back to bed). He told me he would hurry and eat, told me I was cute, and asked if I wanted some.
I hate fake tacos, so no thank you, darling.
I gave in, about 12:30 a.m. and headed to the living room.
Do not forget, that I had the stomach bug and do not like fake tacos, so I sliced half of a cucumber, squeezed half of a lemon on it, and sprinkled too much salt on it (Tiger hates how much salt I use on things). I do not think he knows I put too much salt on them for dramatics since I couldn’t eat tacos and he dislikes it so much.
I sat and ate about half of my cucumbers and I caved.
I ate two of his tacos.
Tortillas, ground beef (that was spicy), onions, cilantro, and they were good. I could not deny that they were so good, even though I hate fake tacos.
Anyways, he kept eating, and watched The Regular Show, and downed some Corona, and we were finally back to bed around 1:00 a.m.
He rubbed my head until I fell asleep again. (Yes, I am blessed).
I woke up abruptly around 4:00 a.m. I heard voices and sat up looking around. I reached to wake Jeremiah, and there he was, asleep, with anime playing on his phone from Netflix. I turned it off, and he woke up.
We were back asleep by 4:30 a.m.
I finally crawled out of bed at 6:46 a.m. I am supposed to be leaving with the girls for school by 7:20-7:25 a.m. Jizelle forgot to do her homework. It was math. Multiplication, but not regular multiplication memorization like we did. There’s boxes, and games, and triangles, and weird things that I know nothing about. I handed this off for Tiger to do.
I fussed at the kids, and was walking around in pajamas and an oversized shirt (with no bra) until around 7:20 a.m.
I yelled at Jizelle that she had 5 minutes to finish her homework. Spent time bitching and moaning to Tiger about how annoyed, tired, and sick I had been. Left with an attitude, told him I love him, he said “and I love you, baby girl,” and I responded, “yeah yeah I am sure you do,” with an attitude. (I know he does, though, obviously).
Moral of the story, I woke up in a bad mood because it is Valentine’s day and I was running late and bitched at my boyfriend.
Now back to the whole moral of the story, Valentine’s Day often feels like a tedious chore. Our society spends much time revolving around what we ought to do to show our love. There are the posts, weaving between social media platforms to make sure all your followers from various mediums see the love you all share. Now presents. Birthday, Christmas, New Year’s Kiss Post, Valentine’s Day…
This past year (in this current relationship) I came to an agreement with Tiger that we would not buy presents for our Birthday’s which are November 21 and 23, Christmas, and Valentine’s Day. We compromised for birthday’s, saying we would but one thing each, but it had to be $20 or less. We both pretty much got the perfect gifts for one another, for less than $20 and it was the most satisfying gift I’d received, like ever.
On the grand scale of life, I am certain if you know Jeremiah or I, you see a different type of happiness than we’ve previously had with past relationships. We know this, friends know this, family know this. While we both have shared moments of life from social media where we looked so happy, and of course, there is good moments with people even once a relationship ends.
All in all, that’s the real VALENTINE’S DAY gift
Love, hugs, and tons of kisses.