I love my husband. I really, really do.
Some days, my husband is just a bonehead. I'm a mother, and I work from home, and try to keep up with the house. I NEVER get enough sleep. I'm fighting off a cold. I've never been a morning person.
So, my loving, caring husband wakes me up early. On my birthday. For "that". Because nothing says happy birthday more than waking up the night owl early, to do something she has NO desire to do at that point in the day.
Yeah. Happy Birthday to me. So, my husband left to go to work, upset at me, and I am left at home, getting the kids ready for school, and feeling guilty. Happy birthday. Yippee.