Sticking my boot-covered foot right in my mouth...

So I have to admit; I've been gloating a bit over the last few weeks. I have managed all of mine and my husband's finances, savings, spending, EVERYTHING for the last 5 years. My husband is no financial slouch, but I have often been resentful (and not always quietly ;)) of the many burdens I carry by myself. So last week I handed him the general information he needed to pay all of our bills and take care of our budget and I told him to have fun. And for the 1st time in my life, I actually let go and have not even looked at our online checking acct (hardly.) This is a huge feat since it's usually something I do 6 times a day. And I have gloated a little because I feel like it really is going to be an eye opening experience... for him.
And I told my husband with confidence just a few days ago that I could ABSOLUTELY make it on the spending $ I was getting this week. And positively I could do with the gas allotment- In fact, I reminded him of some other expenses he might've forgotten and even told him I could do with LESS gas $. As we spoke on the phone and he was figuring out our allowances, I was waving my imaginary, mental hand in the air and saying "Easy. Peasy. I've got this." After all, I told my husband, the only thing I use my spending $ for is Starbucks.
Well tonight I decided I would put a gift card to use and indulge myself. After all, I have been drooling over boots for weeks now. And I have yet to buy a single pair. And the gift card would cover at least 1/2 of the boot purchase, so it was a smart buy as well.
Weeeelll... 3 indulgences later (the adorable boots, a rare 6-pack of beer, and some chunky chocolate chip cookes), my "Easy peasy budgeting week" has officially gone down the drain. I am officially left with $2 to spend for the next 6 days. I sat in the parking lot, counted my money, and seriously considered taking the boots back for the time being. Because, obviously, I can't tell my husband that *I*- budgeting extrodinairre- is out of money and needs more. I can't admit that, during his 1st week on the job, *I* am the one who has had a reality check.
So here's my prideful plan: Scour the Sunday papers tomorrow. Pray that I find a coupon for Soy or Almond milk (b/c I'm lactose intolerant and can't work with the skim we have in the house). And then cross my fingers and toes and hope I can get said milk for $2 or less. I may have to start an entirely new blog about my withdrawls from Starbucks. And I promise their stock WILL plummet! But it's gotta be better than admitting fault to my husband, right? Right?