...why I don't have the right to be pissed when you ignore my birthday. Tell me why I don't have the right to be upset because you get me jack-shit and then say, "I was gonna.... but..."

Maybe I am selfish, but it is my friggin' birthday and one of the few days of the year when it's ALL ABOUT ME!!! and I get nada!


I spend the majority of the day alone because you and your undying loyalty to everyone but me, has volunteered for something for a couple of hours yet stay three times as long because they didn't get enough people to show - so who suffers? not them... nope that would be me, home all alone. Then you stop on the way home at the drug store to get a card since you didn't take the time to do it any other time prior to 5 pm on the friggin day of. (But again - I am being selfish!)

Then at 5:30, when there is one kid sleeping on me after I spent the last half hour in tears in my room, you say, Can I take you to dinner.

Sure, let me wake up the child who spent the last six hours in the sun, who is now beat and exhausted so we can sit in a restaurant with four smelly cranky kids - woohoo - that'll be fuu-uun!

And then, I get up and make dinner for everyone else (which I refuse to eat - because lest we forget - I am selfish) before I go back to my room for the rest of the night. Then I am accused of being unreasonable - whatever - kiss my ass! (not that he would ever freaking read my blog - that would too take a friggin effort!)

okay - I fell moderately better now that I unloaded - but still....