A Righteous Pity Party

Today is my wedding anniversary.

Today is my wedding anniversary and my husband is not here. As in, he's in another state. As in, he's in another state by choice geeking off with his nerdy friends at the Apple Distinguished Educators conference.

I am angry about this.

He knows that I am angry about this. Upon telling me that he wasn't going to be here for our anniversary and realizing how angry I was about it, he offered to cancel it.

As if I'd want to spend my anniversary with him knowing that his first choice was to be somewhere else.

Then he tried to fix it by planning a getaway for us the week before our wedding anniversary.

As if I'd feel better knowing that he'd not only get to go away for 6 days with his Apple buddies, but also got to enjoy a second "vacation" (aka, consolation prize) with me.

Did I mention that he did the same thing last year? And that last year, in a cheery effort to not let it bother me, I planned a trip to Knott's Berry Farm and the beach which ended in J and Roo coming down with diarrhea? In their car seats? And on my anniversary I had to spend the day rinsing out their car seats in the beach showers? And that my relatives, who I was meeting at the beach, all hated me a little bit afterwards cuz their kids got diarrhea too? And how I had to haul 3 sleeping children, one pack n play, 2 duffle bags, and one diaper bag up to the 3rd floor of a hotel all by myself? And then Mr. C had to nerve to get mad at me for being angry with him when he returned home?

Today is my wedding anniversary and I am pissed.

But that helps me feel a little bit better.

Thanks for letting me vent. I'm now going to go light some candles, grab my book, some kettle chips, some wine, and take a bubble bath. This day is not going to be a total loss.

You all have a good night.