i had a lot of hope for this, my first married Valentine's Day. My mom gifted us with special place settings, I had planned to make Left-brain something luxurious and chocolately for dessert, I took a half day at work to have time to make the dessert, and set the table, and go to my LNS to show myself some love, it had set up to be a nice day. Beazer was sleeping.
And then, I went to turn the computer on to work.
Something is wrong. We think it's my router. I spent 2 hours this morning, on the phone with Comcast, and my IT person, and nothing got fixed. So I hopped in the car and came down to the office, all 65 miles of my commute. OK, "hopped" is not the right word. I was crying. Literally. Crying. Because I wasted 4 hours of leave on the phone and in the car. I have a new router, hopefully, Leftbrain can fix it. He can call Comcast and deal with them. I'm so mad at the thought of those beautiful dishes that I won't be using today that I don't want to deal with Comcast--they said it's an issue with my laptop, and started trying to get me to change settings. I told them this was a work laptop and they can't be going in and doing that. Left Brain asked me why I was crying when I called him; he tried to tell me that "it didn't matter if our plans aren't ruined", I told him it mattered to ME!
I know it's no big thing, in the broad scheme of my life. I know romantic dinners on a romantic holiday is so cliche, and it is more important, that, just after midnight, Left brain woke me up to wish me a Happy Valentines Day. I'm sure there is some hormonal issue involved in my crying. I'm sure I'll laugh about it next week. But this is not next week, and I'm kinda upset. But I'll be alright tomorrow.