A party of sorts in Here

I am currently having the biggest pity party and it is so not like me but I can't seem to get out of the funk.

I am on facebook looking at everyone's posts about how spoiled they were today and I am feeling sorry for myself. Seriously? PMS can only be to blame!

Brandon is gone this month for training with the military, he has been gone two weeks and we have two weeks left to go. Out of the six Mother's Day's I have been a Mom he has only been home two (but conveniently has only missed one Father's Day when he was deployed, LOL). He was gone the year before he deployed for training, gone for deployment and then out of town for training and now this year. If he was home I would not even care about a gift, actually prefer no gifts and would be content with doing everything like normal but today because I am emotional and the option of me doing everything by choice rather than by necessity has gotten to me. I literally spent the whole day doing for others. I had to chase my mother in law down to even get her present to her and then somehow dinner for my Mom ended up at my house and so I got to prepare everything and clean up too. Yay! Honestly I don't mind but I was feeling like it would have been nice if my brother would have thought "hmm, my sister has four kids, it is mother's day, she is by herself, probably would be nice to have her over rather than make her do it all". I know his wife is his concern on Mother's Day, not me but jeez!

My husband (being apparently clueless to how I spent my day) mentioned to me how amazing the food in the chow hall was today and went into detail about the meal. Apparently the cook is amazing and he felt the need to tell me about his amazing steak dinner. Now I agree it was worthy of praise, since chow hall and gourmet don't usually go together but I could have heard all about it tomorrow instead! :)

The positive note is that my babies treated me well, loved on me and were well behaved. I can not ask for more! Bedtime was a breeze and as days go it was an excellent one where I go to bed feeling like we rocked as a family, much better than the days we go to bed and I feel like a heal of a Mom who failed on one level or another.

Reminding myself of how much I wanted to have children to call my own, little ones to call me Mommy and feeling blessed to have the life I do. I don't need a day to be appreciated when I honestly am blessed to have a husband and children who make me feel special all year.

Pity Party over!