Today is my burfday. 28 years old. Soon I will be dead.
It has been a very depressing birthday. We’re trying to save money, I realize this, but my husband didn’t do anything for my birthday. NOT ONE SINGLE THING. Ok, actually, I got home today (he was off all day), and I looked a little down because there was no cake, no card, no flower in site, no sign of HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARA anywhere. I told him that it really hurt my feelings, that I expected at least a gadamn card, even a homemade card, and do you know what he said? “What? What do you want, I cleaned up!” and then he looked at me with the serious eyes. And now I think he’s mad at me, because he feels bad. I try not to write about my marital problems on here. I could have a whole other blog about marriage, you have no idea. But this really bummed me out. Not 3 years into this deal and already we are putting zero effort into birthdays. Oh! And! No one else did anything for it either! My family in Texas did, because HELLO THEY ARE AWESOME, but no one else. No one in Louisiana. I feel like I’m being a big whiny cry baby for caring so much, but dammit! I work full-time and take care of a toddler and do the wife thing. This is supposed to be my day. But today it just wasn’t. There’s 1/2 a bottle of Merlot on the counter calling my name…. Merlot wishes me a Happy Birthday even when it’s not! HA!
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Ethan calls me Miss Mommy. He’ll come over and say “Hey, Miss Mommy!”. It’s the cutest thing in the whole world. Birthday Shmurthday.
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EDIT:
Fucking fuckery. Ok, Drew hurt his back at work yesterday. He went to the doctor today, then to the pharmacy, then home. So it’s not like he could have built a new house for me or anything. But if you’re at the pharmacy getting your painkillers, pick up a $.99 birthday card. AM I RIGHT OR AM I RIGHT? Ladies?
A very sweet co-worker of mine from our corporate office in Florida sent me an email today about the “February Baby”. I was surprised at how many of these things are actually really very true of me:
-Loves reality and abstract.
-Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Duh and duh. Also, I think I might have bipolar disorder.
-Attractive. Sexiest out of everyone. Tempermental. Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful, gosh. Very tempermental. Damn damn damn!
-Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. I was the most quiet and shy person growing up. I was practically mute. I am very honest (I’m a horrible liar, I have no choice) and loyal.
-Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Determined to reach goals, yes. Loves freedom, indeed. Rebellious when restricted, check. IT ALL APPLIES TO DIETING!
-Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Oh gawd. I like to be slapped around. But I am very ’sensitive Susie’ and get hurt. Waaaaaaaaaa. I can dish it but I can’t take it.
-Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. I do get pissed about random shit. I think I stopped trying to hide that awhile ago, though.
-Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Sharp as a tack, baby. Ouch.
-Loves entertainment and leisure. Entertain me! DANCE for me!
-Romantic on the inside, not outside. This is so true. I love the idea of romance, though I am probably the least affectionate person on the planet, except with Ethan, but that’s a little different, isn’t it. That is Drew’s numero uno complaint about me, I’d say. That I don’t show enough affection, especially in public. I feel really naked now that you guys know that. Give me my pants back, please.
-Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions. I’m a big believer in Karma. I also tend to show one emotion no matter what the circumstance: anxiety. I don’t handle life’s little random curve-balls very well, but I am getting better. *breathes into paper bag*
3 Comments
February 7, 2008 at 11:25 pm
Happy Birthday
That is really sad. I made a birthday card for a girlfriend last week and she said “oh thank you, that is the only card I got.” How sad, she has 4 kids between 14 and 6 – I would have expected at least one to do something for her.
But do you know, men, they just don’t get it. I don’t need expensive gifts, I just want to feel special.
February 8, 2008 at 2:03 am
Happy birthday!! Sorry it wasn’t….
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You are SO right! Smack your husband across the head for me, will ya?
If I was anywhere nearby, I’d have been there with a cake, a card and a bottle of wine.
February 8, 2008 at 8:48 am
My personal fav is when they “gotta run an errand” that day. Miraculously, that’s when a card seems to appear….
What’s worse? The Dh works in an office plaza in walking distance of a drugstore.
Dude, the date doesn’t change.
Well, Happy Birfday anyway there Miss!
Hope Drew’s back gets better soon.