Just cause I still feel like sh*t about it, I'll post my Mother's Day.
Yesterday I get woken up by my little angel who tells me "Daddy sleeping." So I get up because usually this means she's tired of watching Barney while he catches a few more winks and when I go out to the living room, he gets off the couch and says, "Can you watch her for 30 minutes?" Then goes off and sleeps for over an hour. I'm like, ok, wtf, ok I guess. He spends the entire morning trying to get more sleep because as usual, he was up late playing games or whatever. I know it makes me look like a selfish ******, but I wanted a card or a flower or a balloon or some kind of thing acknowledging, you know, MOTHER'S day? Nothing.
I figure, ok, maybe he's waiting til I leave. I take our daughter and we go out to town to go pick up my mother's flowers and surprise her. That went really great, my daughter even gave her hugs and kisses, which she usually doesn't like to do because she doesn't see her much.
I get back home and still nothing. I start to think maybe at dinner (we went with our whole family and my mother) he'll have a nice card for me. Later that night dinner is over and I finally can't stand it and ask him. What does he say? "forgot it at work." Sure he did.
Before I went to bed last night I came out while he's watching Sopranos and told him that I was really hurt that he himself didn't get me a card. He gives me the lamest excuse ever, that he had a different upbringing and he didn't know that mother's day meant so much to me, (even though last year he got me a dozen roses). Then he tells me if I didn't get him anything on Father's Day he wouldn't think anything of it. I mean god, as if I don't feel ****** enough, now I get a "wtf are you all butthurt for, I wouldn't be" thing thrown at me.
I got up this morning and there was a card and two roses on my desk, so I feel a little better, but not completely. It's not at all that I think he doesn't love me or anything like that. I just feel like he didn't care enough to even bother to get a card in time for Sunday. Seems like there's a difference.
All that considered though, my daughter really brightened my day up by telling me in nice clear words, "Happy Mother's Day Mommy!" Then she ran away and brought me back the black construction paper that was the backing for her real present she made at the sitters, which was her handprints and a little poem. I asked if I could have the handprint paper and she said no, cause she loves handprints. LOL She just cracks me up.
Edited, Mon May 15 12:13:17 2006 by Pikko