Unforgivable Oversight
2 days ago was my husband’s birthday. The dunce I am, I forgot to wish him a happy birthday. I hadn’t completely forgotten the day—I had ordered a gift that was supposed to arrive on his birthday but hasn’t arrived yet. (I will be yelling at that company sometime today since I paid for expedited shipping.)
I could make 100s of excuses. I’ve been very busy at work since my boss is out on maternity leave and our assistant really can only give us 2 hours of her time a day. The studio has been increasing what we do during the October-December months, putting more demands on my time and thoughts. A friend’s mother died. Thanksgiving was early this year, throwing my internal calendar off-whack. (Usually his birthday is the same week as T-day.)
But there really isn’t a good excuse for forgetting your spouse’s birthday. So, I apologized, made no excuses, and I will probably have to be very extra nice to him this weekend. I’ll probably even exempt him from the dance on Sunday night that he really doesn’t want to attend.What a complete dunce!
Tags:
contrition, marriage
