I could have at least gotten some flowers

Well, I didn't get a Roomba for Mother's Day. I didn't get any of the Willow Tree mother figurines that I pointed out while dragging him around the mall last week either. And despite the fact that he told me he reads this blog, I didn't even get the attention, back rub, foot rub, or dinner made for me that I mentioned would be good presents either.

Instead, I got this and this. In case you aren't clicking there, those are e-cards. Funny and sarcastic, yes, but not exactly sentimental, personalized, or thoughtful. They're just cards it took him about 5 seconds to find and put my email address on while I was in the shower because I thought he might have planned something for us to do yesterday morning.

Oh I also got this...

"If there's anything you want to do today, just let me know. It is your day, after all."

Now, to some people I probably seem like a whiny bitch for thinking this statement wasn't good enough. I mean, we could do anything that I wanted! The problem is, that we spend every weekend going "What do you want to do?" "I dunno, what do you want to do?" and hardly ever doing anything, or doing the same things over and over again because the area we live in is pretty boring. Plus it was storming for most of the day yesterday. But mostly, I just wanted him to put some thought or effort into what we would do. I didn't want to come up with something on my own, I had already given him enough hints as to what I wanted! I showed him things in the store that I wanted, I talked about the Roomba nonstop for at least three days, and I even flat out told him about 20 times this weekend that I would be happy if he would just give the damn dog a bath.

It probably would have also helped if after he told me we could do whatever I wanted, he hadn't sat down in front of the TV and played video games for the rest of the day. I know he can't read my mind, but I think I made some pretty big hints yesterday that I was not happy. He either didn't notice or didn't care. I kept thinking that if I pouted enough, maybe he would realize what was wrong and at least make up some excuse to go to the gas station and get me a crappy bouquet of flowers or SOMETHING that required some effort, something that said, maybe this isn't the best that I could do but at least I finally figured out what was wrong and tried to fix it.

He was even sitting right next to me when I was on the phone telling my aunt that no, I didn't get anything for Mother's Day and yes, I was disappointed about that. It didn't help either that Mother's Day is already an incredibly emotional day for me. The thing is, I kept thinking he should KNOW what to do, I mean we have been together for almost 7 years now. But I guess really, I should have known what to expect because its not like this is the first time something like this has happened. I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN when I found out that until we got married and gift giving somehow turned into my duty, that his mom always bought all presents for his dad from him and vice versa, even while he was in college.

I felt like I was in that Walgreen's commercial, where the lady asks her husband if he got her anything and he says "No, but I thought about it." and they hug and say "If only it really were the thought that counted." The only difference is, I really don't even know if it crossed my husband's mind at all to actually do something for me yesterday, despite at least a week's worth of reminders on my part. I know that I shouldn't complain, that there are people going through much worse things than this, but I just felt like I deserved something yesterday, even something small, to make up for all of the crazy shit that I have gone through with this pregnancy.

I know that in the end the reward will be the most wonderful little boy in the world, but I just thought that for the time being, I could have at least gotten some flowers.

I could have at least gotten some flowers