Bitchy Birthday

Yesterday was my birthday and I cried most of the afternoon and evening. Let me start from the beginning. Sissy, Stepmom, and I went to San Francisco last Thursday to celebrate my stepmom's 60th birthday. ( I know you're thinking quit being bitchy, you got to go to San Fran). I worked really hard and saved my money since March to go on this trip. I've had it planned and took off from work, even set up the kids with grandparents, so Hubby wouldn't have to do too much except drive them around. He stayed in SA with his mom and the kids. Had a great time in SF, though I was exhausted from walking for 3 days straight and the time change. Got back to SA around 1am Sunday night/Monday morning. Stepmom's luggage got sent to San Diego for some strange reason. Slept in until 8:30 Monday morning and drove home. I knew Abbey had a rough few days while I was gone, but I wanted one more day of just being me. I wanted to get a massage, unpack, relax, before I had to go adult and parent again. I knew if the kids were to see me, they'd never go to the sitter's that day. I told hubby that, and to please take them. Instead he chose to keep them at home. So I came home to wild kids, and a messy disgusting house. On my birthday. He didn't even think to do the dishes that had been sitting there since Thursday. He didn't think to take out the trash or recycling. Or put up any of their clothes or straighten up the living room. And then I found out he really hadn't taken off from work last night. I was hoping he was going to surprise me and stay home, but no. He really didn't. We went to lunch and then got raspas. When we got home, he hadn't been paying attention and the batteries on the security deadbolt died. So guess who couldn't get into their house all afternoon in 98 degree heat? As soon as we finally broke into our house, Abbey had to nap and I had to get their stuff ready for dance. After dance, none of my friends wanted to meet up for the baseball game or dinner or anything. I was so hurt and sad. I could barely breathe from how sad I was. Birthdays are important to me and I always try to make people's birthday special for them. I don't know why it was so crushing, but it was and still is. I did come to work and my desk was decorated and coworker baked me cake, cleaned my desk, and they also bought me a bad ass heater since I am always complaining about being cold. It's sad when your coworkers do more for you than your husband.   Hubby works 6 days this week, then he's out of town next week, and then he works 6 days the following week. I do everything mostly by myself. I wanted one day to feel special and relax and do nothing. And I didn't get that.

It Smells Like Pee

That's not what I wanted to talk about, but just as I was starting to write, I smelled pee. Turns out, my neighbor/coworker is eating homemade weird pee smelling popcorn. To each their own. So the Super Bowl happened yesterday. We were invited to one of Hubby's co-worker's house. I got to meet a lot of wives on his new shift. I say this is his new shift, but in reality it's not. He's been on this shift for about a year and a half. But unlike our last shift, I never really met any of the wives. Our last shift, the majority of the wives were best friends, and still are. We are super close and our kids are too. This new shift, not so much. Another wife and I Co-Created a wives group called WOPO. It's our way of making sure the wives know each other, in case of an emergency. We try to have a get together when we can, and it gives us a nice night out and away from spouses or kids. In fact, we are hosting a K9 Memorial Fund BBQ in May. So anyways, I am always trying to make sure all the wives belong to the Wives group, so no one feels left out, and they can have a break, and help out with our BBQ and whatever else we do in the future. I was asking one of the new gals I met yesterday, if she belonged to WOPO, because I didn't recognize her name. Well, hilarity ensued and I learned to ask Hubby beforehand who someone is. Turns out, she was not a wife, but a girlfriend. And she wanted to be more serious, and her boyfriend didn't. And so when I asked, that brought up some feelings of resentment from her. And since the whole shift knows about the boyfriend's lack of wanting something serious, he got much ribbing. I don't care that he doesn't want something serious, he's super young, and he's not lying to her. I just wish Hubby had warned me beforehand, so I didn't embarrass her or myself. And then I wound up not asking any of the wives/spouses/partners/significant others/girlfriends I met for the rest of the evening, just in case. And I missed out on a great opportunity to network with new people, and discuss the BBQ. But I didn't want it to be any more awkward than it already was, and I didn't want to exclude her. Other than that, the girls had a great time playing. There were equal boys and girls, and they were tired when they got home. Abbey even slept through the night.
Back to the Super Bowl, I heard a football game broke out at a fight. That reminded me of one of my all-time favorite scenes from a movie. Necessary Roughness. Laughter will follow, know this.
Hubby didn't get to go hunting this weekend. I actually feel bad for him. I know he really wanted to go, and take his son on his first hunting trip. But the guide canceled, and what can you do. I am thankful he was here with us though. It rained a lot and I still don't feel well. He got to see Harper at her volleyball class, and we went to get Harper's haircut afterwards. He and Abbey stayed in the car while she napped. We had a 45 minute wait, so that would have never happened had I been alone. Then I dropped them off at the house, and went grocery shopping alone. At my Happy Place (a story for another post). And it was raining, so I had to unload groceries in the pouring ass rain. I wouldn't have wanted to do that with the girls by myself. Watched a non-animated adult movie (not porn, just not for kids), which is rare. It was called Blended. Super cute movie with Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore. And we just kind of hung out. Super low key. Sunday morning, I tackled Mount Laundry. I love finding shirts I have long forgotten about. There was a pack n'play underneath. And a small tribe of indigenous Laundry people.