The test results finally came back from the dr. Despite having a swollen thyroid, nothing in the blood work was out of character. How that can be, I'll never know. But there it is. I was told however that I have high cholesterol. That's just lovely. So whatever.

Mother's day was a wonder. It actually started out pretty well. As I was getting ready for church Dh told me to sit on the bed and brought me breakfast ("breakfast in bed"). Then he gave me two choices, take the kids to the park so he can clean the house, or go off by myself so he could try to clean the house with the kids around. I didn't choose one, since they are basically the same option, I figured I would be able to make a decision later. He also promised that he wouldn't play any video games. I was pleasantly surprised by these offerings and church put me in a good mood as well. When we got home the kids and I took a nap, and wouldn't you know it, DH started playing video games. And didn't stop playing video games until late in the evening. I cleaned the house, I watched the kids, I was alone.

It's not the fact that it was mother's day that hurt me. It was that Dh said he would clean the house, said he would take care of the kids, promised he wouldn't play video games and then went back on everything. I guess I shouldn't have expected much more. Every holiday is a let down. I do everything in my power to make sure that holidays and birthdays are special for him and this family. And I barely get a thought at all. Is it really so much to ask to be recognized? For him to do something to let me know that I am not just his slave? That I am actually a human being and I need to feel loved and appreciated. Oh well.