Sucky day. No one to eat lunch with today. A couple of phone calls wishing me Happy Birthday and that is it. No presents. As usual, J gave me excuses how he is looking for the perfect gift. Yeah, I did the shitty thing and reminded him that I'm still waiting for my Mother's Day present that he was looking for.
Came home and not even artwork from the kids. I get to cook supper tonight. All I want is one day a year where I'm special. Everyone knew how much I hated this birthday. Instead I get to spend the weekend painting my mother's bathroom. I didn't even get taken out to dinner.
I should know better than to expect anything. It is my job to make them feel special.
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