Thursday, April 24, 2014
Today's my birthday. It's been terrible.
For months now, I've been pushed and prodded into doing more work, into promoting myself, into doing things that make me uncomfortable. I thought that maybe the people who have been demanding would at least show me a little appreciation on my birthday. Nope. Most of them forgot. In fact, today seemed like an after-thought to my husband.
When it comes to everyone else's birthday, I have to be the super-party planner rock star. If I don't bake them a cake, fill their car with balloons, and make them feel like the best person on the planet, then I'm a bad friend, sister, daughter, or wife.
I know there's still time for some sort of awesome surprise, but trust me, there's no awesome surprise. My husand works nights. My family hasn't even called. My friends all forgot (except those on Facebook, but I won't be seeing them in real life today). I have class tonight. So, like I said…there's no chance at all of surprises.
So, I'm just going to sit here and throw myself a pity party. Today sucks.
Also, in the future, the chances of me being the super party planner rock star are, statisically speaking, around zero.