It's just over 2 months until my birthday. I got depressed making up my birthday list today... because I know unless I buy things for myself I'm not going to get anything.
Let me tell ya a story so I can wallow in my depression.
Last year, my husband forgot my birthday. He just started at the police academy the week before and was pretty overwhelmed with everything. He didn't realize what the date was although he knew my birthday was coming up.
My birthday was on a weekday so of course he was at work and I was alone with our boys. We has just moved to Texas and I didn't know ANYONE here. I got some online birthday wishes and my mom and brother called but that was it. My boys enjoyed singing happy birthday on and off the whole day.
After the husband was off, he called me. I thought he was calling to tell me happy birthday, ask about my day, whatever while he drove home. Nope. He talked about the test he took, a story that was told, blah blah police stuff. I waited, on the verge of tears but didn't want to say anything. Reminding him is more pathetic then just being forgotten.
I cooked dinner and cleaned up like any other day. 7pm comes around, I am watching TV while my husband sits across the room studying. I can hear the boys playing in their room. They start to sing happy birthday again. My husband gets that OMG look and says "It's your birthday today huh?"
I did what any newly 22 year old would do on a forgotten birthday. I started bawling. Happy Birthday to me.
So my husband is under pressure to make this next birthday better. I think I may just have to take charge, throw myself a party and pretend it wasn't all my idea.
Birthdays suck when you are grown up.
FYI I want a Squishable Rooster
Let me tell ya a story so I can wallow in my depression.
Last year, my husband forgot my birthday. He just started at the police academy the week before and was pretty overwhelmed with everything. He didn't realize what the date was although he knew my birthday was coming up.
My birthday was on a weekday so of course he was at work and I was alone with our boys. We has just moved to Texas and I didn't know ANYONE here. I got some online birthday wishes and my mom and brother called but that was it. My boys enjoyed singing happy birthday on and off the whole day.
After the husband was off, he called me. I thought he was calling to tell me happy birthday, ask about my day, whatever while he drove home. Nope. He talked about the test he took, a story that was told, blah blah police stuff. I waited, on the verge of tears but didn't want to say anything. Reminding him is more pathetic then just being forgotten.
I cooked dinner and cleaned up like any other day. 7pm comes around, I am watching TV while my husband sits across the room studying. I can hear the boys playing in their room. They start to sing happy birthday again. My husband gets that OMG look and says "It's your birthday today huh?"
I did what any newly 22 year old would do on a forgotten birthday. I started bawling. Happy Birthday to me.
So my husband is under pressure to make this next birthday better. I think I may just have to take charge, throw myself a party and pretend it wasn't all my idea.
Birthdays suck when you are grown up.
FYI I want a Squishable Rooster
turboxian:
Its the bane of bein a dude- Were usually not good with #'s colors, directions and specifically Birthdays. Bein forward Id love to see ya in your Birthday suit