Normally I don't really care much about doing anything huge for my birthday. Just a nice relaxing day with some ice cream cake but this year has just been so infuriating.
My husband and I just closed on our first house this past friday and we have to get everything painted and moved as fast as possible and all on our own because on the 24th we have to head to Chicago for his sisters wedding.
This stupid wedding has become the major focal point of everyone's lives. Hell, yesterday my MIL called me and left a message "Hey um early Happy Birthday but could you have my son call me about his tux measurements for the wedding."
And because of the wedding being the most important thing of the decade no one has the time to help us, or even show a modicum of empathy that we may have more important shit to do than show up to a rehearsal dinner we have no reason to be at (long story short my husband is just an usher and the bride decided that it should be held on Thursday instead of Friday so she can get her beauty sleep. I really wish I was kidding).
So on top of being ignored or pushed to the side because we're not the ones with a wedding I get to face another exhausting night of painting a bathroom and moving huge boxes because damn it we should be just as pleased as punch to take some of our vacation and instead of using it on our house devote it to that most holy of weddings.
I'm in a misery loves company mood. Anyone else had a craptacular birthday recently?
My husband and I just closed on our first house this past friday and we have to get everything painted and moved as fast as possible and all on our own because on the 24th we have to head to Chicago for his sisters wedding.
This stupid wedding has become the major focal point of everyone's lives. Hell, yesterday my MIL called me and left a message "Hey um early Happy Birthday but could you have my son call me about his tux measurements for the wedding."
And because of the wedding being the most important thing of the decade no one has the time to help us, or even show a modicum of empathy that we may have more important shit to do than show up to a rehearsal dinner we have no reason to be at (long story short my husband is just an usher and the bride decided that it should be held on Thursday instead of Friday so she can get her beauty sleep. I really wish I was kidding).
So on top of being ignored or pushed to the side because we're not the ones with a wedding I get to face another exhausting night of painting a bathroom and moving huge boxes because damn it we should be just as pleased as punch to take some of our vacation and instead of using it on our house devote it to that most holy of weddings.
I'm in a misery loves company mood. Anyone else had a craptacular birthday recently?