So yesterday, I kept the promise to myself I made last month to take another me-day. I told Harry Tuesday night that I was gonna call in sick for Wednesday and just kinda veg at the house. I was all excited to catch up on some ER and maybe do a little shopping, too.
So, I call in yesterday morning, bring Ellie to daycare, come back home and shower, grab a cup of joe, and log on to MM to write my daily journal. At 9:30am, I hear a key being inserted into the door lock. What the hell?
Harry decided to take 1/2 a personal day.
Instead of being excited for the chance to spend some time with the hubby, I was a little bummed. I mean, I took the day off for ME. I had even told him I scheduled a day off next week for US cuz he has the whole week off. I made it clear that yesterday was a ME-day. He's got his own me-day coming up on Monday when he's going to the casino to blow some of our money.
So of course, I feel immediately guilty for not wanting to spend time with him, but at the same time, I feel like I'm ready to cry because he ruined my day. God, I feel guilty even writing that, but it was exactly how I felt.
He saw how bummed I was and said he'd get lost for the day if I wanted. That made me feel even more guilty. He said he'd just go fishing or something, which is what he ended up doing.
So I still got the majority of the day to myself, but the guilt of wanting it kind of hung over me all day. It kinda wasn't worth using my sick day.
I guess next time I have to make it perfectly clear that a me-day really just involves... well... ME and ME alone.
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