Not The Favorite
Sunday, April 06, 2008
Where's The Cheese To Go With My Whine??
Aside from the time I spent with my mom birthday shopping yesterday morning and the birthday supper at Erika's last night, this has to be one of, if not, THE worst birthdays ever. My actual birthday, today, has been so lackluster I might as well have stayed in bed all day. Except that the cat shat all over the bathtub and I had to clean that up at 6am, then I wake up to Lauren playing in the living room at 6:30 and spend 15 minutes trying to get Jon up because he's "letting me sleep in" this morning, then having to get up around 9 because all I can hear is Lauren yelling "WAKE UP DADDY, WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!" I get up and he's asleep on the couch. So far the day is off to a stellar start.
No one called me all day to wish me a happy birthday (except Shelley at my parent's house, THANKS! and thanks to all the Facebook Birthday wishes!) I didn't get to pick my meal for supper or what kind of cake I wanted. Jon had to go back to bed at 1:30 because his head hurt so Lauren and I went to family supper by ourselves. Sarah and JJ had to leave to go to a birthday party so they didn't stay for supper. Honestly, I really wish I had crashed that 5 year olds birthday party for a little excitement today.
I had mentioned to Jon a couple of days ago that I would like to get a gift from Lauren this year. Nothing big, anything made from crayons or macaroni would be perfectly acceptable. Nada. And I get a cash present from him because he's a procrastinator. Hey, at least I got something this year from him.
The cat has been sick for a couple of weeks so her gift was explosive diarrhea for me to clean up in the bathroom. Bless her little heart...
When we get home from supper, Jon's still in bed and Lauren has a 102 fever. So I give her some Tylenol and put her to bed and now I'm sitting here all alone. To keep from losing it, I've turned to cleaning. So, the apartment looks great, laundry is done and I feel like shit.
Happy Fucking Birthday to me.
No one called me all day to wish me a happy birthday (except Shelley at my parent's house, THANKS! and thanks to all the Facebook Birthday wishes!) I didn't get to pick my meal for supper or what kind of cake I wanted. Jon had to go back to bed at 1:30 because his head hurt so Lauren and I went to family supper by ourselves. Sarah and JJ had to leave to go to a birthday party so they didn't stay for supper. Honestly, I really wish I had crashed that 5 year olds birthday party for a little excitement today.
I had mentioned to Jon a couple of days ago that I would like to get a gift from Lauren this year. Nothing big, anything made from crayons or macaroni would be perfectly acceptable. Nada. And I get a cash present from him because he's a procrastinator. Hey, at least I got something this year from him.
The cat has been sick for a couple of weeks so her gift was explosive diarrhea for me to clean up in the bathroom. Bless her little heart...
When we get home from supper, Jon's still in bed and Lauren has a 102 fever. So I give her some Tylenol and put her to bed and now I'm sitting here all alone. To keep from losing it, I've turned to cleaning. So, the apartment looks great, laundry is done and I feel like shit.
Happy Fucking Birthday to me.
Labels: Rants
posted by LadyLipgloss at 8:37 PM
4 Comments:
Oh my crap, that so sucks. So sorry to hear you had such a shitty day. I hope your week turns around and your little gal starts to feel better soon as well. Happy Belated Birthday!
So sorry to hear your day sucked....been there done that, for years I would have big parties for hubby then realized I was getting nothing in return.....his mom would make my cakes even!!!
The last few years I layed down the death sentence and said things better shape up and you BUY my cake and it will be CHOCOLATE - not vanilla - your fav doesn't count on MY day....
Everyone should get to choose their own cake......I've said it before and I'll say it again - Happy B-day.....
Too bad it sucked for ya :o)
The ground is almost soft enough to start burying bodies again?
Happy Belated Birthday Jenn !! :)
Sorry to hear you didn't have a great day - you need to get some steel toed boots...maybe that would help get hubby kick started!
And there's always room for a do-over date!
I'll get myself some steel toed boots to kick my lame-assed husband into the nice new hole dug out in the backyard. Thanks girls! You are both now accomplices...
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