I Hate Valentine's Day, but I Love Tiger.

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.

VALENTINE’S DAY

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.

​I love tacos like this.

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). 

​HE FIRST OF ALL, TOOK FOREVER TO ANSWER ME, BUT KNOWING MY MAN, HE WOULD RESPOND TO ME VIA TWITTER.

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.

HE KISSED MY FOREHEAD (WHICH IS HORRIBLY BROKEN OUT RIGHT NOW, EW) AND LEFT.

​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. ​

PLEASE, BASK IN MY ALARM SET UP. I MADE TIGER TURN OFF MY 5:30 A.M. BECAUSE FIRST OF ALL, I KNEW I WASN’T GOING TO MAKE IT UP IN AN HOUR. 

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. 

However, it is one of my most warming feelings to see the joy beam from Jeremiah’s face from the warmth he gets from me.  ​ Aside from such, he gives me life.

Sheer, utter, and real life.

Amongst my bitchy morning spells, where I am running about the house stressed, I forget that I am beyond blessed to have Jeremiah. 

I CANNOT BEGIN TO COUNT THE WAYS, BUT I SHALL MAKE A LOUSY ATTEMPT TO DO SO.​

For reminding me that I do not hate fake tacos.

For going to church with me for the first time since you were little (and for praying out loud at night time, the nights I request so).

For being a better chef than I am and feeding me exquisite meals.

For sharing Becky and JR with me and my children.

For never judging me while I eat Jolly Time popcorn in the middle of the night.

For volunteering at church for Trunk-Or-Treating and Thanksgiving Food Drive (which is so special because it’s a blend of Battery Creek and Decibel).

For helping with Canon, so so much while I am at work, and allowing him to think you are Spiderman (for real).

For handling most of the discipline with Taliyah, Presley, and Canon.

For babying Jizzy, because I forget to so often since she’s the oldest.

For always making sure I get home safely after a night on the town.

For spending so much time at home with me, and not ditching me for the boys, like ever (accept that one time I pushed you out of the house to hang out with Manning).

For mastering the grill (even though the fire is my job, still).

For smiling with little eyes and big gums in our pictures.

For incorporating hot tea into your life.

For acquiring a schedule and better bed time routines because I detest sleeping in.

For using the Walmart grocery app to shop with me (and pretending you are as hype about it as me).

For supporting my crazy surrogacy dream and taking it as our journey.

For readying yourself for next school year and a houseful of four children full time.

For rubbing my back and playing with my hair and tucking me in every night.

For playing lots of Clash of Clans and watching documentaries (and never entertaining bitches).

For making me secure and content and safe in our relationship (all days; even ones that I am crying that I will get fat when I am pregnant or am a brat for no reason).

 For letting me talk SO damn much. SO much. About Creek and TCL and students and baby daddy drama and Anglo Saxon’s and the Tudor Era and a billion other random topics that I talk way too much about).

For always bragging about how lucky you are to have me and how hot I am and how intelligent I am with my Master’s degree and how well I write and how nice my heart is (this really means a lot).

For being so cute when you say, “our card,” when you use our shared bank account.

For loving me better than you have ever loved another lady (actually for learning that I am the first woman you’ve ever loved) and regretting ever looking/touching/talking to another girl before me (I forgive you for the mistake).

For literally being the sweetest boy, encouraging, understanding, apologizing, and growing.

For always knowing to the exact day of how long we have been dating (see proof below).

For changing so very many things in your life to merge with me, and live our life​.

For thinking I am pretty without makeup and loving how my breath smells even when I skip brushing my teeth​.

For keeping track of all of the proof that we should have been together since long ago, at least back in 2015 when we began running into each other but were trapped with lame ex lovers and wouldn’t speak

(OR PLOT TWIST, ME AND TIGER HAVE SECRETLY BEEN CHEATING ON OUR EXES SINCE 2015 AND FINALLY BOTH WERE SINGLE AND READY TO GIVE US A TRY…

(We have heard him and Canon look alike) that was a joke, maybe. 

ALL IN ALL, THAT’S THE REAL VALENTINE’S DAY GIFT

​Knowing that I know I am the only woman your eyes done seen, last one your lips will touch, first one to hear your secrets and dance with your demons, and favorite one to row through all storms with (even if there’s a hole in the boat and one paddle). I appreciate you, and I think you know this.

You are the gift.

Your love is every single thing.

Love, hugs, and tons of kisses. XoXo Ty Snowden