Crappy Birthday to Me!

Wednesday I turned 26. Not a happy day. For starters, I was not happy about turning 26, (Stop that eye rolling!) it just kinda hit me that I'll be on the thirties side of my twenties and that I have no idea where the rest of my twenties have gone. I feel like I blinked and half my life disappeared. So needless to say, I did not wake up in the best of moods.

Finding Ben cuddled up beside me, taking all of my pillow, drooling on my arm and digging his heels into my belly, did nothing to improve it, feeling a sharp wrenching pain in my neck when I
tried to move, put my mood in a level slightly above foul. (The only reason that it even reached there was Ben's precious "Happy Birfday Mommy!")

So I stumbled out into the living room, after getting to sleep in for zero minutes, only to have my wonderful, dear, loving husband (who BTW is lucky to still be breathing, in fact the only thing keeping him there is that I can't figure out a way to beat the CSI guys) anyway, he starts up
teasing me about being old. Really? You seriously think this is a good idea?

Then he says, rather then doing something sweet like making me breakfast, he says let's go out
for breakfast. Okay, I can see the thought, but really, I'm a homebody, I like being home, I like staying in my pj's until the last possible second. He's the one who likes to be out and about all day but okay, fine, we'll go to breakfast. Then he says, oh but I don't want to eat here, here, or here. Well we live in a small town, that I don't know very well still despite living here for 3 years, although my husband's lived here for many years so I didn't know any other restaurants that served breakfast. And here he is saying, come on think of somewhere you want to go. So we didn't go to breakfast.

Then I dropped him off at work and went to lunch with a friend and our two children each. Lunch was not fun. Ben threw six fits, embarrassing the hell out of me and made our meal generally unpleasant.

So Home for nap time.

Neither kid napped.

The whole time.

I needed a nap.

Not Happy.

So now it was time to pick daddy up. Daddy took a half day so we could celebrate mommy's birthday. Did we go out for diner? No. Did we go out to the movies? No. Did we do anything? No. We had to go get pita's for diner at 4:00, (we normally eat close to 6 and I had eaten lunch 3 hours earlier but Dad was hungry so it was diner time) and a Blizzard from DQ and that was my birthday diner and "cake" and on to home.

Now I had mentioned to my husband that I wanted a nap, especially since I've started to work again, and have late hours. I work from home so Monday and Tuesday, while Ben is at daycare, I work 4 hours during the day and 4 hours 8-12 and then Friday I work 8-12 and then 8 hours on Saturday and Sunday spread between the two days. It's convenient, childcare is at a minimum and it pays fairly well. It's also a long day for me since I wake up at 7 with the kids and don't get any time off to myself except during some naps (on some days) or when Brian gets home (I get some quasi me time since I'm still caring for the kids, I'm just not doing everything) so I needed to get some extra sleep. I mentioned this again to my husband when we got home and he said it was fine and to leave whenever I wanted.

Now as I had previously mentioned, my kids didn't nap, so they were whiny and clingy and
Ben was crying when he wasn't being "snuggle bunnyied" while Brian was using the computer, so I said to myself the peace was needed more then my nap right then, I'll let him use the computer and then when he's off and willing to play with the kids, I'll go nap, two hours later, after I was falling in and out of sleep on the couch, he finally got off the Internet. By then I was too tired to even get up and go into the bedroom, so I passed out on the couch for about 45 minutes before he woke me up to get me to get Mackenzie food and into her seat so he could feed her. What important thing was he doing that this was needed? Playing on the Internet! So I said no and tried to fall back asleep, at which point he threw a fit and said well then we weren't going to do what was planned for the evening which was watch a movie that we had that I had wanted to see. At this point, I'm completely disgusted by his lack parental care so I say I don't care.

On to bedtime, we have a lot of problems getting Ben to stay in his bed. So we take turns, sometimes for up to 3 hours putting him back to bed, usually about 15 times a night. So of
course, after the kids were out to bed, Brian went off and after I had put Ben to bed for about 45
minutes by myself, up every 5 minutes, I told him to go to daddy's room, letting Brian have
a turn so I could have some me time. Well, he comes out and says that daddy's not in his room,
turns out, daddy's taking a relaxing bath.

I finally lost it.Okay, we didn't have a lot of spare money so I didn't get a gift, okay fine. It's not like my birthday snuck up on us or anything or like you couldn't have saved some money but okay fine, no gift. I'm not six and I can deal with that. I'm not even fond of a big fuss over my
birthday, but it would be nice to have something nice done for me. Especially after the big fuss
that I made over his birthday with sleeping in until 10, breakfast in bed, tons of gifts, I made reservations at his favorite restaurants, I gave him a long massage, tons of stuff and every holiday/special day. I get jiped. I pointed all this out to him and let him know how hurt I
was that even if we couldn't get a gift, that he didn't do something special for me, even
run me a bath with candles and bubble bath (since I own all that stuff and it's in the bathroom
already). I tried so hard to show him what I meant but he didn't seem to hear a word of what I was saying. Instead, he turns around and says I'm shallow for only wanting a gift and that btw he doesn't like my pancakes.

WTF???? Come on, that's really all you have to say to me? Now HE'S waiting for MY apology. Hmmmm...I think I need to knit the devil a touque first.