It's a birthday one.
I woke up at the usual time and went downstairs at the usual time, to find DH wangling the kids so sign my birthday card. It seems the other 24 hours a day of 364 days of the week he was too busy to do this.
I am then presented with my birthday cake while kids are eating cereal - cake still in the box, complete with cellophane wrap.
Taking it out the box clearly too much effort.
Finally a present ... A men's jumper for a sports team that is a very tenuous link to something I like (think being given a Kansas city chiefs jumper just because I occasionally listen to Taylor swift).
I have suffered with weight problems my whole life and although I am a normal weight, my head will never shake the being fat and DH knows this. So why would I want a men's oversized jumper for a team I don't support?
A meal out tonight (I booked table) and a hotel stay (again, I booked). I asked husband what we are doing during the day as we are both off work....his reply 'what would you like to do?'
Next year I am going to book myself a spa trip for 1, no fucks given