Well, After So Much Up...

I had to come down eventually.

I'm in a Bad mood today (capital B intended). I am mad about everything. I was mad that Aaron disrupted my normal schedule this morning. Then, on the way to work (30 minutes late, I might add) I started getting mad about my birthday, and how forgotten it seems this year. I mean, yes, I did get the coat from my parents and we did go up north on Saturday, but I picked out the coat and had her buy it a month ago, and I planned the entire Saturday trip. Not to mention that my sister hated the whole day Saturday and made me feel horribly guilty about making her go, which pretty much ruined all the fun for me.

Yes, I got a cake, but it was a last minute cake that was only made because I kept hinting that "Hey, you know what sounds good right now? Birthday cake", and I think that if I hadn't been so insanely obvious in my hinting it wouldn't have happened.

Yes, I got a laptop in July, and the coat (that I picked out) but it feels like I'm not getting any birthday presents. I think I might go out and buy myself something nice to make up for it. (And not the tires that we have to buy today because we realized that we were lucky to make it home yesterday since the tires were almost completely shredded. Grrr...)

I called Aaron on my trip to work to remind him to make reservations at my favorite restaurant on Wednesday, and then suggested that maybe, just maybe, he should invite my friends for the dinner too. I feel like I'm doing it all, or at least having to prompt anyone to do anything, and I'm sad about it.

Not to mention that for Aaron's birthday in May, I called his friends who live in another state (and I'm not particularly fond of these friends, either) and convinced them to come for his birthday party that I had spent weeks planning. I even made a margarita cake to go with the Mexican dinner, and had a big crowd go bowling after the entire big crowd ate dinner together. Oh, and I played designated driver so that he could have as much fun as possible on his birthday.

Maybe if I stop making an effort I won't feel as bad when others don't do the same.

I don't know if any of this even makes sense or if I'm just entirely hormonal and in need of a good nap (or slap) and a piece of chocolate. Sorry for the copious amounts of bitching today. I'm going to go hide from everyone.