... because all dropped a big hint to dh for mothers day was for some slippers. (yes, i really am that sad).
dh rattling on for ages that my slippers stink, pretending to hide them and stuff, so, bearing n mind he works in city centre and we have loads of supermarkets near us, he pretty much had every option available to buy some.
today? card, and nadda, nitch, fark all else. dh said he 'couldn't find any he liked' . however he could find a new guitar for himself. he doesn't play the guitar.
so, dh says we'll go out today and buy some. then ds starts with rotten cold, dh decides to stay in. i spend morning luggng furniture round to get ready for some decorating, dh takes over in afternoon. i feed dd and ds at lunch, dh tells me to 'put your feet up, its mothers day!'
tonight we've both got dc's ready for bed but i had to finish off as dh couldn't settle dd. i started to get tea ready, stcked dishwasher, dh after tea sat in front of me on floor and fell asleep, after threatening me wth a major back rub. i did washing up, made ds's feeds, made dh's sarnies for work.
so, basically, same as every other day with dh being his usual fun self and going that extra little bit today for me to feel just a little bit appreciated rather than like a bloody maid.
am now drinking loads of wine so can go to bed drunk and snore and ignore dh.
i don't feel right. i feel like i can start crying all the time. i feel a bit empty after anything that doesn;t involve dcs but don't want to as dh will get all dramatic about it.
oooooooh god. why bother having any special days if you set yourself p to expect daft stuff?