Oopsie daisy.

Today is John's birthday.   I didn't realize that.  I seriously, honestly didn't even realize the date.  It's crazy that I didn't notice, because I was well aware of  today's date--- there's been a notice on the front door of my son's school for the past week to remind us that "Tuesday, October 11 is picture day... yadda yadda..."   And yet, it STILL didn't register with me.  I'm a little surprised at myself.  While I've never been good at remembering people's birthdays, anniversaries, and what not, you'd think that his birth date would at least set off some alerts.  Nope.  It didn't.  I guess this is a good sign?  Not only did I NOT obsess over the date... I didn't think of it at all.

The way I found out it was his birthday was because he texted me tonight after he talked to the boys for their nightly good night call.  His text was something to the effect of "Regardless of what's going on between us, it would have been nice to hear Happy birthday from the boys..."  Hmmm... sorry? I'm not.  I'm really not.  I do pity him.  I feel sorry for what he has done to himself.  I picture him in that empty house.. doing what? I have no idea. 

But mostly, I feel sad for my boys.  I really did completely forget their dad's birthday.  And little kids LOVE birthdays.  They would have definitely enjoyed the fact that it was their dad's birthday. 

But I didn't realize. 

Oopsie daisy.