F to tha U to tha C to tha K.

Well, HELL.

Calvin and I had an argument last night, and as such went to bed in a sour mood toward one another. We very rarely argue, and when we do resolution is usually just a heartfelt and productive conversation away. So I figured we’d sleep on it, go about our business the next day, and by the time we got home after work we would have both gained perspective.

That probably would have happened, if CRAP hadn’t gotten in the way. Crap that was completely and entirely my fault.

I’m in charge of the finances. I pay the bills, I figure out savings plans, I figure out debt payoff plans. My typical method is to plan to amass a certain amount in savings, and once that amount is gathered, transfer the money from savings to checking and throw the whole chunk at a credit card. This is what I planned to do last Friday. I scheduled a hefty payment to be withdrawn from our checking account and applied toward one of the credit cards.

Except that I neglected to do one very important thing. I forgot, somehow, to also schedule the funds to be pulled from savings and deposited into checking in order to support this hefty payment.

Which resulted in an overdrawn account. Which also resulted in an “insufficient funds” message presented to Calvin when he stuck his card in the ATM this morning to get cash, I assume, for breakfast.

Which caused Calvin to call me, legitimately questioning why the HELL the account was overdrawn, when we certainly make enough money for him to be able to stick his card in the ATM and pull out a twenty whenever the need should arise.

He is absolutely right, and I’m a complete idiot. Given his history with his ex and the way she routinely mishandled their finances, this is a subject that Calvin is very specifically sensitive to. On the several other occasions (some legitimately my fault, others the bank’s fault or unforeseen circumstances) in which the account was overdrawn, Calvin has lit right the fuck up.

Since he was already aggravated at me, for this to happen this morning of all mornings is just icing on the fucking cake. Of course, as soon as he called and told me what happened, I realized right away what I had done. I jumped on the computer, accessed our accounts on-line, made the necessary transfers, and everything was straightened out. Since he hasn’t called me a second time, I’m assuming he tried the ATM again and things went through just fine.

FUCK. I feel even worse now than I did when I woke up this morning. Fighting with Calvin always makes reality seem shifted two inches to the left. Now I’ve made it even worse and I’m an idiot. I’ve refreshed and added to the aggravation and I’m madder at myself than Calvin ever could be.

We’ll be fine, we’ll talk and get things sorted out, and this will blow over. Still, though. Dammit. Fuck. Shit.