What a Day!

Have you ever wondered, "If I go back to bed and try to start this day over...will it be better?"
That is what today was for me.

Now, to preface, I love birthdays. Especially my family's. I love to celebrate them, to make sure that the person knows that they are the most special person around. I love to make it their day, and pretty much help them/let them do what ever they want. But when it comes to mine...Not so much. I dread the day coming. I hate the thought of getting older, so therefore celebrating my birthday isn't my favorite thing. But...I don't like it to be forgotten either.

Today was my birthday, and my family forgot.

Everyone woke up and went along their day. Nobody mentioned it, nobody did anything different...even My hubby.
At first, I didn't judge too harshly, He has been, swamped at work and completely overwhelmed, and he didn't remind the kids, which always has to be the case. But come on...We have talked about it many times over the past week or so. (The kids always have to know who's birthday is next in the lineup.)
Later in the morning, I decided to treat myself to my favorite thing ever, A hot bath and a book. Well, my sweet husband called. As I heard his "distinctive ring" on the phone, I grinned with delight, knowing that he has finally realized his error, and was calling to wish me a happy birthday. But the first thing out of his mouth, was not about my birthday, but about my sick Mom. Which then, pushed me a little more toward irritation. He knew my Mom was sick, but he didn't know it was my Birthday......
A couple of hours later, I called him, hoping that he would invite me to lunch, with a smug little grin. You know the one. The one that says, "I've been holding out on you, I did remember your birthday, and I have something very special planned. (wink, wink)"
Ya well, no such thing. He was infact already out to lunch with "the guys". So much for wishful thinking.
So, just as I am deciding to load my sisters baby into the car to hit a drive thru for lunch, my friend calls, and invites me to lunch. Again, not something that put the hubby back in good graces, because the friend remembered, but the hubby didn't....
Around 2:00, after my lunch date, while I'm cleaning the house and figuring out what I'm going to fix for dinner, because obviously, he is not going to take me out tonight ( I play the best martyr ) he calls. "What are your plans tomorrow?" Well, this question completely catches me off guard.
"Tomorrow?" I reply.
"Ya, I couldn't remember if you said you had plans tomorrow?"
Well, at this point it hits me. He thinks my birthday is tomorrow. So, rudely I respond, "I had plans today!"
Silence.........,
Turns out. He had great intentions, yet his overworked mind and body, thought that today was infact Tuesday. He was off by a day. He had arranged to have tomorrow off, so that he could spend the day with me on my birthday, yet ended up taking the wrong day. He groveled, apologized, and repented, and promised me a fabulous day tomorrow.
Actually, just having him realize himself, what he had forgotten, took all of that hurt away. I didn't want a gift (which he did redeem himself with), or even a day home with him. I just wanted those two words. "Happy Birthday." Gratefully, I did get them.