Pouting

I hope everyone out there had a great Mother's Day!  There were 2 good things about mine.  My daughter Skyped me and wished me a Happy Mother's Day and left a comment on yesterday's post that made me cry.  My sons called with their wishes, even though they were both complaining of tummy aches.

Other than that, it was just a regular day.  I had a sandwich for lunch and leftovers for dinner.  I did have one show yesterday that I sang songs that had either "mother" or "child" in them.  That was about it.

I grew up in a house of women.  It was my Dad, Mom and us four girls.  My parents got divorced when I was starting high school and from then on, it was just us women except for the twice yearly visits from my father.  We went all out for every holiday.  New Years, Valentine's Day, Girl's Day, Easter, May Day, Fourth of July, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas and of course, birthdays.  Decorations and presents, special meals whether home cooked or out in a restaurant.  All of us continue that tradition with our kids.  Holidays mean a lot to me, they mean family.

The Ex and The Greek both grew up in a household of all boys.  The Greek also raised his sons by himself for many years.  They don't celebrate anything.  The first Christmas I was here I didn't have the kids and we did absolutely nothing on Christmas.  There were no decorations, no presents, nothing.  When I was married, I did it all.  The Ex was just kind of there.  Only after my daughter got old enough did I get any presents for myself.  She would make sure my stocking was filled.  Even after being given hints or even an envelope with cash and a list, I'd get nada from The Ex.  Is this usual for a family of all boys?  Or am I just unlucky in this department.

I know The Greek is not my mother nor am I the mother of his kids.  Still a verbal "Happy Mother's Day" would have been nice.  I even offered to pay for us to go out to dinner and got "There must be something we can cook here."

I don't know why I expected anything less though.  Although the boys were here for Christmas and they had stockings filled and presents under the tree, there was nothing for me.  Valentine's passed without a kiss.  Same for my birthday a few weeks ago.  Not even a "Happy Birthday".

Even this would be better than nothing!

I guess I'm just having one big pity party for myself.  I think I'm entitled, every once in a while.

It's not really what the present is.  Although don't give me what I told you I DIDN'T want (That's another story).  It's the fact that they took the time to think about me and get...something that had some thought put into it.  Okay, I'll admit, a torque wrench isn't going to do it, but a card...flowers...subscription to one of my magazines...a flash drive...or even just watch a DVD with me.  Those are all things they know I can use.  Just the thought would have been nice.