I'll preface this by saying that I know this is a first world problem. I'll also add that I live far from my family.
When I was growing up, we didn't have much. We were a run of the mill working class family and my parents worked every hour to make ends meet, so I'm not coming at this from an entitled angle. My mum would spend ages in the week before.my birthday picking up lots of small, thoughtful gifts and would bring me my present in bed on the morning of my birthday. It felt so special and that it was 'my day'. Just that feeling of being given my little bag of treats was the nicest feeling, better than whatever the present actually was usually. Then all the excitement of putting on my new White Musk body spray or blue hair mascara or whatever it was and wearing it on my birthday!
Anyway, every year, my husband doesn't time my present correctly. Usually it, or a part of it hasn't arrived yet. Then when it does arrive, I'm just handed said item in its amazon packaging like he's the postman delivering a parcel. Once a package lay on the workbench for a few days before DH even told me it was for me. So not only do I have nothing to open on my birthday, but the aftermath is very underwhelming.
So my birthday was a few days ago. Last weekend, I wasn't feeling great but for a certain reason, we had to eat out. It wasn't a birthday celebration or anything fancy, but purely functional as we werent able to cook that night. I was tired, had greasy hair, was still in my work clothes and just wanted to go home and get my pyjamas on. Dh pulls out a gift bag and son proceeds to hand me my birthday present a few days early. It's a lovely gift, and of course I made a big show of how grateful I was but inside I was thinking, why today? Yet another birthday with nothing to open.
I mentioned that we live far from my family because if my husband doesn't buy me a gift, I don't get one. So on my actual birthday, I got up and had no gift to open, because I had already been given it. We had an OK day. Went out for a nice walk but it was all very bla.
I am honestly not spoiled. I wouldn't care if it was a little token gift, something small and cheap but thoughtful (like my mums gifts). I just love that feeing of it being my birthday and being given something to open on my day.
My husband actually doesn't care about gifts and he wouldn't mind if his gifts were a bit late or early, and would probably be happy with a box of beers, but it's important to me. I tried to speak to him about it before and he implied that I was being grabby and ungrateful. Really, I'd be grateful for anything so long as its thoughtful and given to me on my birthday.
Am I being totally ridiculous? I just can't stop feeling annoyed about it! He's a good husband generally. I always end up seething on every birthday!
Christmas is always fine though!