Still Trying

I'm still trying to clear my head of the disappointing day I have endured. Maybe I'm being selfish. Maybe I'm undeserving.

One thing I do know is that today, Mother's Day, was a day I was hoping would be about me. It wasn't.

I was treated to pancakes and sausage for breakfast. Of course, I purchased the items for breakfast the night before to make sure it was here. I was also able to get a nice long nap in while the hubs took the kids to his mothers.

Unfortunately, the day continued with me having to direct the children to clean up their messes, clean their rooms, do the chores, and stop bickering. I had to clean the kitchen up and do the dishes that were left from my "special" breakfast and lunch that I didn't eat. It was me who emptied trash cans. I am the one who has spent the entire day washing, folding and putting away load after load of laundry by myself while others ignored it and me. And now that it is 1:30 Monday morning, it is me who is still up doing laundry because I'm still hurt by the days events.

I was blessed with little tidbits made by my children however my husband couldn't take $3 and three minutes to buy me a card and/or flowers today. He could take the money out of my wallet; however, and go purchase those things for his mother. Nevermind the fact that earlier in the week he had plenty of time and money to purchase himself new shoes and socks but couldn't manage to stop by the store to get me a card. I don't ask for much. Make me a card if you don't have money. Offer a back rub if you don't know what to get me. Help me do the chores that I obviously don't want to do any more than you do. But to sit around most of the day watching TV and then ask why I'm going off in a pissed off rant, reminding me I don't have to "be like this," is going to get you nowhere!

So, yes, I'm bitter. Disappointed. Hurt. Frusterated. And so much more...

And you've done nothing to redeem yourself. Especially after taking the money I had in my wallet without telling me. Instead of me buying myself the icecream I wanted...I chose to buy you your dinner. Why? Because I was being nice. Oh, yeah. I bought myself dinner too. Because I felt I was at least worthy of a McDonald's value meal. Next time, I'll get myself the icecream too and forget your dinner.

Maybe I'll just forget today and hope tomorrow is a better one.

Goodnight