Disappointed!

So, after our record snow day earlier this week, the second (albeit smaller) wave has hit. Big flakes with a lot of speed hitting the ground right now. I could see them out the window while still in bed this morning through the small crack between the curtains and without my glasses on. We were supposed to go to the St. Louis Symphony Orchestra for the first time today! IDINA MENZEL! NOOOOOOOOOO!

See the road out there?

My point exactly.

I'm pretty disappointed and have been trying to be cool about it. We knew for a couple days that we may get hit with more white stuff. I want to be a responsible adult who realizes if this is upsetting to me, then really I don't have a whole lot in my life to be upset about. I guess I've just been so looking forward to it. I've had the tickets for months and bought her album and listened to Rent and Wicked a couple hundred more times. Not to mention we had crazy good seats.

It also does not help that a month into 2011, we have yet to go on one of our dates. Yesterday, I went to the grocery store for a half hour. A week and a half ago, the hubby took me and some kitties to the vet. Before that, I had a couple weeks where I didn't leave the house at all. I have had a car full of stuff to take to the Goodwill for about a month and a half. The point is not only am I not dating, I have a slight case of cabin fever.

*Pouts*

What am I going to get to do today instead? My choices seem to be football or get to cleaning the basement...

The husband, for his part, has been very sweet about everything. He's letting me linger in my disappointment but trying to cheer me up. Lots of hugs. Made me 2 cups of tea.

Another thing that really bugs me is we spent money on these tickets. We don't just have extra fun time cash sitting around. I hate wasting money. HATE. IT. There are so many things we need and that we have to wait on and plan for... When you have as many pets (and ones with special needs to boot), it becomes a main expense. And just living in general with all the bills to pay... I don't know how other people do it.

I keep telling myself that not going means we're saving thousands of dollars in collision costs and in hospital bills. It would be our luck to get into a car accident on the way there or back or for me to fall and break every bone in my body as we walk in this winter wonderland in my high heels.

Still, we paid for the tickets. When I complained about this, my husband said, "Think of it this way. She's getting the money as if we're there, since we bought the tickets. So she can keep touring and come back someday."

I don't know how or why exactly, but this made me feel better.

Which is insane, since I'm pretty sure Idina Menzel, for example, can use both sides of her kitchen sink and doesn't have a towel in one side as a reminder that you need to use the other side. And that she hasn't been waiting to call the plumber due to finances and will finally be calling next week with that heading up a very long list of other plumbing issues. Ones we've just lived with while waiting for something else to break that would warrant a visit. Leaky faucets, leaky showers, a magic disappearance of hot water from the downstairs... All fine to live with until something we need breaks, like, say it with me, the kitchen sink.

Yeah. Pretty sure she's not in the same boat as we are, yet I'm still glad our tickets counted. Even though I know she probably won't come back. Stupid snow!