so, it was my birthday thursday. the big 3-5.
i told hubby that i didn’t want a big deal made out of it…but that may have backfired on me. instead, he pretty much just ignored it. so i’m feeling sort of…sad.
he usually gets home from work around 8 p.m. BUT that day was in training and got home at the same time as me, around 6 p.m. so, the rare opportunity was there for a "family" dinner. but he had nothing planned and didn’t ask if i wanted anything special or to do anything special, and when he got home asked me "what’s for dinner?" when i answered, "i haven’t thought about it" he said, "well i guess we can check the freezer."
hmmm.
i did get a "happy birthday, by the way", but no cake, no gesture, NOTHING. there is a gift from him, but i haven’t opened it yet. i’ll open it sunday, when my parents are having us over for dinner for my birthday. i just didn’t feel like it was meaningful the other night…
i guess i was just figuring that since he was off early, he would have planned SOMETHING, even if that meant getting take out (which is what we ended up doing, and eating at 9 p.m….no fun). even my 2.5 year old, the evening before, made a playdoh cake all by himself and came out and sang happy birthday to me (imagine my shock and my delight!).
hubby didn’t ask if i wanted to do anything this weekend. even my folks asked me if we needed a sitter…if we had anything planned, dinner…movie…anything, and they were surprised when i said no.
ok. that’s enough. that’s my rant. just feels better to get it off my chest. my old, bitter chest.