DS is 8 months old and I've had a terrible time dealing with his reflux and PND. Had been looking forward to Mothers Day thinking DH would do something nice for my first Mothers Day. On the Saturday he presents me with a supermarket bunch of flowers that I drove him to go and buy. On MD he gives me a card from him. Nothing from the baby. Then he asks do I want to go out, excitedly say yes thinking he's booked the afternoon tea I'd been hinting at for ages. Nope, Costa and buys me an Americano saying he'll buy us a takeaway later. Fast forward home where I then am left to do the laundry and I end up ordering and paying for the take away as he's took himself off to play his computer after putting DS to bed. AIBU to have expected a little more.