In the months leading up to Christmas, Aaron began to proclaim "I'm not doing ANYTHING for Christmas! Nothing!" After what happened last year, I kinda understood and took it upon myself to get my stocking stuffers and a gift from Santa.
Christmas morning we were opening gifts. Aaron was opening another gift from his large pile and asked, "Where's Mommy's gifts from Daddy?"
"I don't know, where are they?"
:: eyes bugging out :: "Where are Mommy's gifts from Daddy?"
"I. Don't. Know. Where. Are. They?"
Yeah. When Aaron said he wasn't doing nothing for Christmas, HE MEANT IT. And then he got mad at me for not getting myself gifts from him.
I've only told this story to a few people because it makes me look dumb for being upset because yes, he did tell me he wasn't doing anything for Christmas and because it makes Aaron look like an asshole.
Actually, I don't mind that it makes Aaron look like an asshole because he did act in an asshole-ish way.
Everyone has asked what he has done to make it up and I constant reply nothing, he hasn't done anything. Which is totally true.
Of course, I leave out the point that I told him he HAD BETTER MAKE IT UP FOR MY BIRTHDAY, BECAUSE I SURE AS FUCK AIN'T PLANNING MY BIRTHDAY.
Now, don't get me wrong. I love taking care of my family and doing all the stuff that keeps the household running, clean and in a semi-organized fashioned. But sometimes? Sometimes? I want to be taken care of and appreciated too.
This weekend we had my parents over to celebrate my 30th birthday. I made a gluten-free lasagna and...
... a gluten-free chocolate truffle cake.
(Yes, I made them.)
Aaron has under 15 hours to make up his holiday disaster.