Well, Today kind of sucked for being this wonderful, glorious day for mothers. I know I shouldn't expect much, but sometimes I wonder what makes people ignore me as much as they do. Last night I told my Mother in law Happy Mothers Day before I left her house after midnight, and she said thanks. Not "you, too" or anything, but thanks. So when does she deserve to have a good one only? I mean, would it have killed her to wish me a good one back?
Then I had to work today and see all of these families together, and happy, and carrying cards, and presents and flowers. I missed my baby who was at home with my husband, and I didn't think that my husband would even make it in to see me and eat lunch. He said last night he'll come around 10 a.m., but then decided, for his own convience he'd come when it was about time for me to leave. He did bring me some lottery tickets and my favorite perfume for a nice gift, and I at least got to see him and my daughter for a few minutes of my work day that was busy, and long and hard because I'm tired, but I wish he would take out a few minutes of his time for me just once. And maybe come and eat for a little while instead of play video games at home, not just show up to pick me up a few minutes early.
I came to his parents house to visit with the baby while he went to work and still neither of them has wished me a happy mothers day. They don't have to, but it'd be nice. And, not only do I feel like they are ignoring me and not caring about how this day is my first real mothers day, but his mother started bitching to me about Jason and really all she needs to do is stay out of it and or talk to Jason! Mothers Day is just another day, really.
Then I had to work today and see all of these families together, and happy, and carrying cards, and presents and flowers. I missed my baby who was at home with my husband, and I didn't think that my husband would even make it in to see me and eat lunch. He said last night he'll come around 10 a.m., but then decided, for his own convience he'd come when it was about time for me to leave. He did bring me some lottery tickets and my favorite perfume for a nice gift, and I at least got to see him and my daughter for a few minutes of my work day that was busy, and long and hard because I'm tired, but I wish he would take out a few minutes of his time for me just once. And maybe come and eat for a little while instead of play video games at home, not just show up to pick me up a few minutes early.
I came to his parents house to visit with the baby while he went to work and still neither of them has wished me a happy mothers day. They don't have to, but it'd be nice. And, not only do I feel like they are ignoring me and not caring about how this day is my first real mothers day, but his mother started bitching to me about Jason and really all she needs to do is stay out of it and or talk to Jason! Mothers Day is just another day, really.