I'm not sure what to say today. Mostly this blog is a catch up of the past few days.
My birthday was okay. I say that with all the enthusiasm of a robot. I'm saying the words, but I'm having a hard time convincing myself.
Work was okay. J even "decorated" my work area with a sparkly streamer. She's really a good friend. I took a picture, but since I brought my import cable home and Bill hasn't installed my import software it's gonna have to wait. (irritation #1) My big boss, mini boss and other assorted coworkers took me to lunch that day. We went to the rib place, which we did last year. People enjoyed it, so I think I'll make it my annual treat.
I got home and Bill took me to dinner, got me flowers and bought me truffles. (irritation#2) I know you're going to find me ungrateful, but I really dislike truffles and 6 years into our relationship he hasn't got a clue. (even told him once, but I'm sure in his mind he's justified it somehow) Dinner was nice and both kids showed up for the weekend.
Somehow I was also feeling put out that on his birthday I spent a sizeable chunk of money (1/2 a paycheck) on things he was given the chance to pick out and all I got was dinner. I am torn between feeling guilty because I am old enough to know that it's not how much you spend, but the fact that he remembered my birthday, and mad because I'm seeing a steady decline in the amount of effort he puts into my special day.
Saturday was busy. I had a tea with my SIL and daughter, which went relatively smooth. I found a really cool antique shop next to the tea place, but didn't have time to explore it since I had other pressing chores to get to. (irritation #3) Even the snotty waitress didn't dampen my first tea experience.
My "pressing chore" was that Bill's dad was coming over to do some family tree work with Bill. I was asked to cook (and I really am quoting what he said) "a really good dinner, not what you usually make" for all of us. We briefly discussed what might consititute a "really good dinner" and decided that I'd go see the butcher and get his imput for a good entree. I went with a beef rib roast which cost me a fortune and also went to a boutique fruit stand to get other unusual and exotic things for side dishes.
I got home, started the roast and Bill's dad ended up being a no show. (irritation #4) In my mind I have been kicking that man in the nuts the past 3 days. I'm mad that he didn't show up, call or anything. I'm mad that I stretched out budget beyond belief so that the first meal we shared at our home with him would be special. I'm mad that I even give a shit to have gone through this effort for that asshole.
So, being mad and disappointed, I took yesterday off work. Called in sick, because they don't honor "foul mood" as a valid reason to take a sick day. I'm still struggling to maintain a civil decorum at work today. It's busy and I'm not in the mood to take hostages.