Mother's Day

Yes, I am a mother. Mother's Day mostly sucked, but at least this year I knew it would. I haven't had a truly nice Mother's Day yet. It all started off with me making a point of repeatedly telling my husband that I was going to wait until Mother's Day to take a pregnancy test to confirm the existence of our first child. After I finally asked him if he was going to do anything for me, he huffily pulled into a pharmacy and bought me... a 100Grand bar and an Arizona Green Tea. At least subsequent ones have included a card and occasionally a present. However, I strongly feel that moms should get time off on that day. I was given an empty promise of a day off in the future, when he has a new job, (which will turn into wait until a happens, when b happens, when c happens...)
I asked to instead go out on my regular night for girls' night out and was told I could. Then after family suddenly showed up in town and we visited them on Sunday night, I was punished by not being allowed to go out on Monday. Even though he got home an hour before my meet-up time, he was just too busy to watch the kids. What did that "busy" include? Eating dinner, taking an hour long nap, wandering around the house, and an hour and a half to trim his father's nails.
And here I was, yet again, thinking it was starting to get better.

going back and adding on after that last sentence: Turns out I had really bad strep throat; what did he get at the grocery store? a couple of things for that night's dinner, 1 1/2 gallon kid's milk, AND a case of beer (that took up all the space that normally holds the kids' milk), 2 1/2 gallons of his milk and a couple other things for himself.