What a GREAT Mother's Day thus far

Taste my sarcasm, please.

I woke up this morning to hearing my husband yell at Rory. Rory was up, wanted to play (it was 7:30ish) and hubby wanted to sleep on the couch (FYI... he sleeps on the couch as of lately... he snores like the world is ending, and I'm pregnant and need my sleep). I was able to sleep in for another half hour or so... and then got up to my husband STILL sleeping on the couch, Rory parked in front of the tv with a bowl of dry cereal and, well, that's it.

So I snuggled with Rory for a bit, mentally giving thanks for him that he is what made me a mother. I just love him to pieces.

I hopped in the shower as it was a bit after 8 at this point and we had plans to meet my mom for breakfast around 9/9:30. I got in the shower, was interrupted a few times by Rory (remember... husband is still SLEEPING), and finally locked the bathroom door to get some peace and quiet. I got out of the shower and heard our bedroom door shut. Max had decided 9am wasn't long enough to sleep... so he went back to our bed. Nice.

I got ready, got Rory ready and the two of us set out on Mother's Day to take ourselves out to breakfast, along with my mom. We did have a nice breakfast.

Its now almost 11:30. We're home. Max is sleeping still. Rory and I are playing.

I wonder how much more special this day can get.

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I finish up some laundry. Get Rory a snack for lunch (we're still both a bit full from brunch). I begin cleaning up his toys and get him ready for his nap. We're laying in bed, getting ready to cuddle and read a book when Max walks in... at 12:15pm. Just woke up.

"I thought we were going to breakfast with your mom."

"We did."

"WHAT?! Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Because you WERE up at 9am and you apparently thought you needed more sleep and went back to bed, remember?"

"I only went into our bedroom to lay down. I FORGOT we were going to breakfast!"

(no fucking shit, sherlock... to SLEEP... on MOTHER'S DAY!")

So he slammed the door. Pissed.

I laid with Rory for awhile, talking with him and playing with his hair and then decided to retreat to do some crafty stuff alone in the basement.

Max comes down here (its now almost 1pm) and barks at me about getting our brother's birthday cards, and where are they? And then "I can't believe you went without me. That's fucking rude."

Of course. Of course its my fault. Its my fault YOU chose to sleep in on Mother's Day... the day that is supposed to be for me. Its MY fault 9am wasn't good enough for you to sleep in until, and that YOU made the choice to go back to our bed to sleep more. When the fuck did you think we were going to breakfast? Are you not adult enough to think "Hmm... its 9am. If I want to get ready and be out the door for breakfast, I should get up soon."

So I sit here alone. In my office. Trying not to let tears spill down my face because of him. I'm not going to let him make me cry. I'm not letting him ruin my gratitude for my two little boys that are so precious to me. Never mind that I've spent nearly 2 years of my life incubating his children and he can't even show any appreciation for me on Mother's Day.

The only people who have told me Happy Mother's Day is my mom, my MIL, my friend and the waitress at the restaurant.

Life's a fucking bitch.

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I guess I'll continue to vent on here, as my day seems to be getting worse and worse. I'm trying to enjoy myself... trying to enjoy some peace and quiet in my office and catch up on blogging, internet etc etc. while Rory is sleeping.

Only... Max keeps whipping open my door to put bills away, ask where my credit card is so he can pay bills, throw a stack of papers on my desk from upstairs and tell me I need to put them away. Ask where he should file some new paperwork we have and I tell him "I don't care" and he retorts "Why do I even ask you anything?" And throughout it all he throws in some guilt jabs saying that he can't believe I didn't wake him up to go to breakfast, and that's quite possibly the rudest thing I've ever done. And once again, he looks like an ass while I look like the good guy and 'no wonder your friends all think I'm an ass.' No, honey, YOU do a good job of that on your own.

And then he asks if I bought his mom a Mother's Day card and when I say "Yes, its on the table upstairs"

he says "Which one!"

"The one to a MOM"

"OH the one I just filled out for YOUR mom, and put her gift card in and sealed?"

"I already gave my mom a card"

"Oh? Without the gift card for her?"

"Yes, I didn't know where you had put it."

"It was on the counter... the card that says ME-NARDS on it. (as if I'm an idiot) Well, NOW the card is filled out for YOUR mom."

"Well, I guess you need to go to the store and buy your mom another card!"

"Why don't you just sit down here on the computer all day! Don't even go today. Don't even go with us" (we have plans to eat dinner with his family this evening)

Door slams. Tears fall.

I guess I'm not supposed to enjoy this day whatsover.