So, today I’m feeling a little sorry for my newly minted 30 year-old self. In the beginning I was a bit annoyed at Doug because he chose his week to go on a business trip to Alaska. I asked him why he chose this particular week and he responded with, “it was either tha or September 10th.” About an hour later it dawns on him, “Oh, and it’s your birthday.”
For the past few weeks I’ve kind of been harping on the fact that my husband picked my birthday to leave town, and leave me with three kids, essentially housebound because the carseats barely fit in the back of the car. So, I was kind of bitter and joking that he would need to buy me a really great gift, because not only did I just bear him a third son, but it’s also a milestone, the big 3-0. I told him I would like the Cartier Tank watch. The question, can I guilt my husband into a $6000 watch?!
Then this morning, I got a call from the florist. Would I be hime after 2:00pm so that they could make a delivery? Well, toss that watch out the window! My husband actually planned something in advance, and arranged to have flowers delivered because I would be alone on my birthday. (Yes, I’m with my kids, but the party planning ability of a three year old is somewhat limited!) It didn’t even bother me that Doug didn’t call to wish me a happy birthday, because I knew he was just waiting for me to get my present.
Fast forward to the afternoon, the door-bell rings, and there is the delivery man with my birthday basket. It’s all very exciting, and I read the card … it’s from my Mom! Now, don’t get me wrong, I am so grateful to my mother, because she knew hat hers would be the only gift that I opened all day. However, I had been building up this grand romantic gesture all day, and it wasn’t to be.
Then, when I finally got a phone call at 8:30pm it became obvious that Doug had forgotten my day. Then came the dilemma, do I whine, and make it worse, or do I suffer in silence until he gets a clue? I chose the latter (no worries about him finding out here because he doesn’t read the blog!).
Normally, I’m not too hard to please. For my birthday I just want a DQ ice cream cake and some token of affection. I’m easy to please. Also, I like to be wished happy birthday in the morning, otherwise I don’t really get to enjoy the whole “day.” Now however, I’m a little upset. So, I’ve moved on from my Cartier watch,, and I’ve decided that mmy suffering is worth a $64,000 Birkin Bag. Yes, I know tha I could buy a small house for that, but a bag is totally functional and practical. Do I have any support on this?!