It's my birthday today. My husband didn't get up to help me this morning (he never does but I naively though he might today), so I had to get up and sort the dog and 3 cats and the children with breakfast and getting ready for school while he slept until I went to wake him at 8am. Then, he didn't apologise but blamed his alarm. Hadn't got me anything to open, no card, even for the kids to give to me.
He grovelled at lunchtime and turned up with some flowers and said he wanted to take me to the pub for lunch (with our rather fiesty 2 year old). I reluctantly agreed but it was depressing and I didn't enjoy it.
Then, he profusely promised me that he'd be home at 3.30 to pick up out 2 DS and take all 3 kids to his parents' house for tea so I could have a few hours alone. Did he turn up at 3.30? Nope.
Got back about 5, and announced that he's not taking them out after all. Great. Noisy house it is then.
He then told me he's booked a hotel night away tomorrow which is nice in theory but he's arranged for our childminder and her husband to come and stay to look after the kids. The house is an absolute tip and they'll be sleeping in our bed, so now I'm spending my birthday evening cleaning and tidying the house, which will take hours.
I feel a bit heartbroken to be honest. It feels like he doesn't care about trying to make it even a tiny bit special. I know we've now got the hotel tomorrow, but my birthday is today.
I feel like an idiot. I should have just booked things for myself and taken myself off to have a nice day out without relying on someone else.
To make it even more painful, I've just spent weeks (and nearly all my money) planning a set of gifts and a surprise for Christmas that I know he will love so much. I feel like a chump.
I don't know what I'm hoping from this post, but I don't have anyone else that I can tell and I'm just feeling so sad. It has been such a rubbish birthday 😔