I know I'm an adult and I'm being childish, it's not even a milestone birthday. But birthdays have always been a big deal in our family and DH had made loads of effort with a lovely breakfast and presents, and had taken the day off work so we could go to an RHS garden... I was really looking forward to it.
Instead I've spent the day looking after 18yo DS2 who has bad heartburn, vomiting and a really bad UTI, he's so ill he's been having panic attacks and crying, it's taken until 4pm to get to speak to a doctor and we've only just managed to get his antibiotics and prescription antacids. I've spent most of the day stroking his hair while he pukes and reassuring him that he isn't going to die! While DH took him to the doctor DS1 phoned from uni to pick my brain about an important essay he's freaking out about - short deadline and the subject isn't his comfort zone- and of course he'd completely forgotten it was my birthday.
They're all absolutely lovely and not selfish at all, under different circumstances they would have made a fuss of me on my birthday, as I would for theirs. AIBU to be feeling a bit weepy and pathetic all the same? (And thinking toddlers were easier than my young adults sometimes!)