Mitchell and I have the type of relationship that people envy. We are that gross couple you see in the store, all holding hand and sneaking kisses… until any holiday rolls around.

For some reason, we suck at holidays. New Years, he was in the shower when the clock struck midnight. He wanted a shower, I had been telling him for over an hour to hurry and get in and out so I’d get my New Year’s kiss. Nope, it was 2:30am before I got my kiss.

Valentine’s Day. I had this huge romantic surprise worked out in my head for him. I’d get off work, come home, clean the house, cook dinner, slip into something a little sexy for him. Yeah, I come home and he’s already home. Sick.

The Fourth, we had friends over for a BBQ then went to watch fireworks. All was great. We come back and get ready for bed. He decides he can’t sleep and he’s going to get up and watch tv for a while. No biggie. That was until I woke up at 11:45 and he wasn’t here. No note. I called his cell phone three times, no answer. I send him a text. Where the hell are you? He calls a few minutes later to tell me he’s out riding around. Seriously, how hard is it to leave a note, “Couldn’t sleep, out riding around”? The last thing that I would think is that he is out cheating. That isn’t the issue at all. I just don’t like to wake up and not know where the hell he is. We have had this exact problem before.

I just don’t understand how we are so perfect all year round, except for holidays.