Birthday Blues

My birthday was last week. It was a big one too (agh!). Truth be told, I was starting to look forward to it. I have ignored birthday celebrations for years because QB thought it was dumb to have huge parties for an adult. I let it be known that I was expecting something more than a store-bought cake to celebrate my big day.

So, this is how it actually played out.

I got up with Captain at the normal 6am. Followed shortly by Prince at 7. No rest for the birthday girl. Meanwhile, QB lounged in bed (alone) until 8:30 while I prepared breakfast for the munchkins and managed to sneak a few bites here and there myself. QB finally appeared and announced that he was taking the day off work. I started to get my hopes up that he had big plans to celebrate my day, but disappointment soon set in, along with reality. He said he called off because he wasn't feeling well and took his ass back to bed.

So, along with normal-day chores and activities, I also had to answer the questions, "What is Daddy doing? When is Daddy coming down? Can I go wake Daddy now?" every 15 seconds.

When QB decided to join the human race again, he made it known that he was going to do somethings he wanted to that day and not to expect him to do anything with his kids. Nice...

I did get a few nice gifts from him and the kiddos. But for the rest of the day, I folded laundry, fed kids, cleaned the house, made beds, and all that good stuff while he dug in my garden (something I love to do, but can't with two kids hanging on me), washed his truck (not my car, however) and generally did what he wanted.

Come dinner time, I thought he must have plans, but as it got later and he never came in for a shower or to ask what I wanted to eat, I realized that there was a big fat nothing planned. I finally asked him what he was going to do about dinner and he looked at me like I had sprouted a second head. His response: "Well, what did you have planned. I was supposed to work today anyway and what would you have done then?"

I told him to order something and do it fast- before the natives got restless.

The next day (a Friday), I had wanted to go out with friends. I did all the planning, inviting, and getting ready myself. No one else had a husband coming, but he was insistent upon going. I tried to convince him that he would be bored with a bunch of women (which he was- hehehe). After all, what do we talk about when we get together- our husbands and our children. My parents babysat, and I asked him to go home and relieve then at a decent hour. My neighbor was there so I had a ride home. But he refused to leave so I ended up going home at 11:30.

So much for a big exciting birthday. Guess I have to wait another ten years to get the celebration I wanted.