My WORST Mother's Day

My WORST Mother's Day wasn't because of my Child, wasn't because of my Job, and wasn't because I didn't "get" anything.

My adorable little girl of 6 years old woke up in a great mood with a smile on her face. I just wish it was her that I woke up to instead of my horrible mood swinging husband. The sun woke me around 7am and I rolled over to snuggle with my husband. I was of course hoping that we might get a sex in as it had been a couple of weeks and I was hoping, but when I snuggled in and he rolled away I didn't take it personally as I am pretty much insatationable when it comes to sex, i could do it in the morning and at night and still want a noon-er... just me, so i didn't mind when he rolled away. But when I tried to rub his shoulders he barked at me that he didn't want to get up. I tried to bribe him a little with a home cooked breakfast, but he again barked at me.

So i gave up, got up and got the girls up (Kaleigh and Kenzie). Nichole asked us to bring donuts over to help her get her hubby in the mood to get some yardwork done. So the girls and I headed out, but before I did I placed a pair of shoes on the bed for Paul that I bought for him, so when he woke up he would get a nice treat to some new shoes and maybe be in a better mood.

We got to Nichole's and did the normal slave labor thing, she is trying to get her house on the market so I have been trying to help out with painting, cleaning or whatever...

I had kenzie call Paul at one point of the day so he could come and take the kiddos out front to ride bikes and enjoy the other kids in the neighbor. 2 and half hours later he finally shows up, but doesn't say shit to me. I felt so sick to my stomach, I just couldn't take looking at him after he made me feel so aweful.

I got through the rest of the day and left with Kenzie later in the day to head home since it was a school night. He rode his bike so i ignored him and left without a word.

I got home, got ready for bed and waited for him to come down to fill him in on how bad of a day I had. He then at that point decided to try the new shoes on and the ONLY fucking thing he said, "yeah, you got the wrong size." He then put them back in the box and then he started to drive it home even more to explain in greater detail how much I screwed up and that the shoe he was already wearing fit better. I blew up, i ripped the shoes out of his hand and said "OK, I get it, I won't try anymore." I threw the box on the floor and rolled over. I waited a little bit and asked him if he ever called his mom, he said no. So again the sick feeling, because now I was going to have to explain to his mother why he couldn't take the time to wish her a happy day. I then asked him openly why he treated me so bad, and even on mothers day he made me feel like shit.....no answer

cried myself to sleep...again...