I'm sorry I have ditched the blog in the past week. We are suffering with yet another round of viral bugs in our house. Thankfully this time, the kids are sleeping at night. But during the day, OY! Whining, snotty-ness reigns supreme.
This last Thursday was the Big Guy's and mine 3rd wedding anniversary. We did jack squat to celebrate. Wait, I got him an Oakland Raiders Jersey because that is what he wanted. (I wanted some time for just the two of us, and something romantic or sweet, like a love note) I got NADA but a kiss on the forehead and a happy anni on the way out. Men stink, love stinks, blah, blah, blah. Big Guy doesn't understand why I am completely bent about this.
I really didn't ask for anything but time. HE went to his union meeting that didn't end up happening, and instead of coming home to the wife and kids on a special day, he hung out and ate with the few guys who showed up. Got home and promised we would do something this weekend. Friday night rolls around and he hangs out with the tattoo artist for a couple of hours, then his dad, then it is time for bed. Saturday he left the house at 9 am, didn't get home until after 10 pm, spent all of 30 minutes with us (read ME) to eat dinner. Sunday he did actually spend some time with our oldest son. But as soon as I got back from my shopping nirvana, he left to see his friend that he "hasn't seen in a couple of weeks". Got home and it was time for bed. Monday, he went Walmart shopping with us. And on none of those days did I recieve more than a peck on the cheek.
I'm completely irked. Understatement. Pissed off fits better. All I wanted was to cuddle up in bed and watch a movie. Or get a stupid "I love you so much, thank you for being my wife" note.