So today is my birthday. This now begins my last year in my "20's" although lately I've been feeling more like 100. I guess twins can do that to you. My Mom came up on Friday and basically declared this my birthday weekend. She really is so amazing. She cleaned, did a million loads of laundry, watched my kids for hours on end and made me feel like a million bucks. So honestly, things were great...... until she left.
Now don't get my wrong here. I love my hubby more than anything in this world and I love him more each day. But sometimes I just have to wonder if there will ever come a day when he will really get me. Yesterday we went on a nice date (although didn't have much time since we have to drive 45 minutes to get anywhere). The highlight of our evening was playing this rock band game at Wal-mart. I know, the thrill is overwhelming. We did have fun though and he opened my door and held my hand and humored me with frivolous shopping.
Then today I woke up with some kind of stomach flu or food poisoning or some other such delightful experience so I missed church and spent most the day in bed or in the bathroom. My man woke me up at 3 to tell me that we needed to do the whole cake and ice cream thing since my Mom needed to leave. :( That was fun and I got some great presents from my kids (a hand held massager), my Mom (a beautiful necklace and some cash) and of course from my beloved (a much needed CD player). By then my stomach was much better so I enjoyed a delicious chocolate chocolatey cake and peach ice cream. Then my Mom left and my day pretty much turned into an experience worse than hugging the toilet.
The father of my children made my favorite dinner (Fettuccine Alfredo) although as hard as he tries it's never as good as my Mom's. (Am I a complainer or what? He really is an amazing cook). Then he declared he had to go to stake choir practice which I'm already bitter about because I never get to sing because he has to go and I have to stay with the kids. (of course) Who cares that I love to sing and never get to, it's his calling and regardless of having a million callings, he absolutely cannot be released from that one. On top of that he leaves right when he finishes dinner so the kids aren't fed and I'm still not feeling 100% and I've got my oldest freaking out because he doesn't want to eat that and the babies are crying and then they all start fighting and even before this everyone started getting cranky and ornery and whiny and I already couldn't barely stand it and then he leaves!
So okay, I know that it is a responsibility and I know that he looks at it that way and I'm glad my husband is the type that will fulfill his responsibilities but is it too much to ask that he takes off one day since it's my birthday and I've been sick?
So you tell me, am I a selfish brat? Regardless of whether I'm justified or not it doesn't change the way I feel. I am so grateful for the great friends I have and my family and for all those who thought of me today but that doesn't keep me from crying anyway.
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