let me tell you a little story.
i found out that
i passed my inservice exam!!
called for a celebration.
so we decided to go out.
dinner at a wine bar we like
two of our faves
followed by a movie.
should have been spectacular.
|sunset at our house|
so i put on my new red pants
and made Nick take this picture.
he got a little pissy about it
so i got a little pissy about it
what, do you not WANT to take pictures of me?
are you so ashamed of me that you can't handle snapping a single iPhone pic
in our driveway?
and the night sort of went into a tailspin.
we were trying to enjoy our date
while simultaneously jumping down each other's throats about stupid stuff:
nick didn't like the wine
the wind was driving me crazy
(and ruining my hair)
we both broke the no-iPhone-at-dinner rule
we made it to the movie
which was fantastic
but then fought about stupid stuff all the way home.
i ended up in tears at bedtime
and woke up the next morning not really having any freaking idea what went wrong.
i passed my inservice!
often at really inopportune times
and sometimes you have no idea what they're about.
i get all worked up when an occasion that is supposed to be special isn't perfect
which probably made this fight bigger than it needed to be
truth be told, it probably didn't need to be a fight at all.
i made it one with my damn expectations.
|via my Pinterest|
things are better now.
we like each other again.