I know how ungrateful this is about to sound. I have repeatedly told myself how lucky I am. I still can't shake this feeling of hurt though...

I work nights (6 pm - 6 am) and my schedule has me getting off work Sunday morning, exhausted. I tried to get that night of but two other co-workers already took it off and since we are so short staffed, I couldn't. Fine. I knew I was just going to be a little tired. DD was getting dedicated at church that morning which was super exciting and fun since it landed on Mothers Day. (For those who don't know, I am Baptist and we don't believe in baptizing or christening babies as it is a choice to do so and babies can't yet make that choice. Instead we do a small dedication where we commit, as a family to raise her in Christ.) It was crazy planning the logistics of getting our family organized, us ready and DD ready while managing to get in a tiny nap for me before it all started so I could function.

When I got home, I got DD up so I could feed her and DH sweetly brought me some cards. He had flowers delivered earlier in the week. (Which I only happened to notice when they were behind a bunch of dirty dishes, un-bloomed and forgotten about... Thanks?) He handed the cards to me while I was nursing DD and got back in bed. My gift was mixed in, a printed off Groupon for a canvas print. That's it. A piece of paper just mixed in with the cards. And that is where his celebration of Mothers Day ended. I put DD back to bed for another hour, took a shower and a nap before getting up for church. We went to my parents afterward where my sister made lunch for my mom (and subsequently me) we hung out, played a game while my Dad and sisters cooked my mom and I dinner. I had to tell DH to go help them. My parents even planned a special "dinner" with me and DD of all her favorite foods. She is just 8 months so avocado, watermelon, and pears! When DD was crabby and having a hard time napping at my parents it was up to me to put her down... Repeatedly.

This was my first Mothers Day. This is unlike my husband. He is usually really awesome. When I talked to him about it he seemed hurt saying he didn't know what else to do. He was just so preoccupied with the Dedication and wished we didn't have to spend the day at my parents only celebrating my mom.... Which we weren't doing. He wanted to take me to get a pedicure for the two of us (which I have been begging for for YEARS but he refuses to go because "foot soup" grosses him out. Lol) and never really have a reason why he didn't.

Again. I know how ungrateful I am sounding. I got flowers and a gift and dinner cooked for me. It just really felt like DH, who usually tries really hard, just half assed it. He went online, ordered some flowers on sale and a Groupon, bought some cards and called it a day.

Just not the special First Mothers Day I had been expecting.... I worked harder making a photo book of DD for his mom than he did for me.

Rant over.