Happy Birthday to me…

Sometimes, I can be incredibly disappointed in my family.

By my family, I mean the people I live with and love most.

By family, I also mean my mother.

None of them have said Happy Birthday to me.

Not even a mention of it on Facebook.

My sons I forgive because they are 5 and 7. I mentioned that’s why I have cupcakes and they were both excited for me.

My husband is going to be getting a slightly depressed and angry wife this evening if he doesn’t say *SOMETHING* to me.

My mother. I called her to tell her that HolyCowItsMe had gotten a flat tire while she was on the way home. But she didn’t say anything to me.

I know – it’s a first world problem. I know I’m loved. But still. Just that little nicety would be greatly appreciated.

Sigh.