Mother's Day

It's Mother's Day and I hope that all the mother's out there that read my blog, and honestly would be surprised at this point if there is anyone reading, had a wonderful Mother's Day. I did get to sleep in. I still was rudely woken by my 3 yr old and 2 yr old. Michael rushed in and jumped on me while Madalynn decided to take it upon herself to sneak a nursing session in before mommy even had her eyes opened. Then it was announced to me that it was 10 o'clock. I'm never one for sleeping too far past 8 so this amazed me. Once I woke, I was giddy with anticipation. I was positive that my husband, Joe, had done something special for me. He had acted all suspicious like Friday night. It had seemed like he was trying to push me into bed so he could bring in my gift. I've been telling him for at least a month now that I really want a Kindle or Skylanders on Wii. I got neither one. In fact, I didn't get "Happy Mother's Day" from him. I had to tell my children to come give me cuddles. I haven't pointed out that he didn't even mention to say anything. I did give him a hard time about not even a card. He tried saying that he didn't have time and was with me the entire weekend. As nicely as I could, I pointed out that was just not true. Friday afternoon, he took our boys to go get sand for the new sand box while I drove a friend up north. We were apart for most of the afternoon. He could have easily stopped by and got something. But, he just doesn't think of these things. I think that's what hurts more. Not that I get something, but that it just seems like he doesn't think of me. I think of him. I make sure that on Father's day he gets a card and something else from both the kids and me. I make sure he gets something for his birthday. I make sure he get presents from the kids on Christmas. I make sure he gets something on Valentine's Day. I think of him always and he hardly thinks of me. I know completely that this is something that I need to address with him. I shouldn't feel like he doesn't think of me. That I mean nothing to him. Just the person who stays home with his children and raise them so he doesn't have to do any of it.
I know I probably sound very resentful. I try not to be. I try my hardest to remember that he's not perfect and be thankful for the good things he brings to the table. He works hard. I don't ever have to worry about money. I don't ever have to worry about him just up and quitting his job. He has a good heart.
He did make up for his lacking by keeping the kids home with him while I went out and did some shopping by myself. That was very nice. I enjoyed it so much more than I realized I would. I was actually a little afraid of going by myself. It seems a little silly now. lol
So, from now on, I think I'll just not expect anything and just request some me time.