So yesterday was my birthday. I think. I say that because no one in my house remembered. Granted my kids are 14 months and 2 weeks old meaning that their 34 year old father forgot.
At first I thought it was a joke, but as the day went on and nothing was said I realized I was just plain forgot about. It really is bullshit since I went birthday shopping for him at Lowes in a motorized cart at 8 months pregnant because I was unable to walk...
If I can do that, he can remember my damn birthday.
As the night closed and I had a bowl of buttered noodles for my awesome 29th birthday I was still in complete amazement.
Somehow I managed to keep it together and not cry.
insert Molly Ringwald from 16 candles:"I can't believe it. They fucking forgot my birthday."