Sigh!
At the risk of sounding like a whinging spoiled brat...
My birthday is coming up. Its around Easter. When I was a kid we always had relatives come and stay for the Easter holidays. It always made my birthday take a back seat. By the time my brother's birthday came around 10 days later the visitors were always gone and a big deal was made of his birthday. (Just an example of the bigger issue - my brother was pretty openly the favourite child.)
My vet is not really aware of any of that and he doesn't make a big deal out of birthdays anyway, but he had mentioned taking me out to dinner which would be nice.
Last night a mate of his phoned wanting to come and stay for a few days. They agreed that his mate and some other mate of his mate would come up for 4 days - including my birthday. After it was all agreed my vet turned to me and said "P and his mate are going to come up from the Thurs to the Tues. Is that ok?" I said "oh well, it'll have to be won't it". He said "why? what's wrong with that" I said "I thought we had plans on the Tues but its fine I can go by myself." He picked up the phone immediately and called his mate back and said "sorry mate - I f*cked up - Tues is Sighs' birthday - can you come from the Thurs to the Mon? Ok - thanks - you saved me from being hung drawn and quartered"
So... why don't I feel good that as soon as he realised he changed his plans and sorted it? Instead I feel sad that he obviously didn't realise it was my birthday (I know - lots of men are cr*p with dates - it doesn't mean he doesn't love me) and angry that he made out to his mate that I was going to haul him over the coals when in fact I'm in the background going "its fine - if they're leaving on the Tues we can still go out to dinner after they leave and I'm working anyway so they may as well be here during the day". Again - example of bigger picture - he often makes out to his mates that I crack the whip and run the show when nothing could be further from the truth. I hate it.
Okay - rant over! I realise its a first world problem and not even worth getting upset about but that's how I feel.
At the risk of sounding like a whinging spoiled brat...
My birthday is coming up. Its around Easter. When I was a kid we always had relatives come and stay for the Easter holidays. It always made my birthday take a back seat. By the time my brother's birthday came around 10 days later the visitors were always gone and a big deal was made of his birthday. (Just an example of the bigger issue - my brother was pretty openly the favourite child.)
My vet is not really aware of any of that and he doesn't make a big deal out of birthdays anyway, but he had mentioned taking me out to dinner which would be nice.
Last night a mate of his phoned wanting to come and stay for a few days. They agreed that his mate and some other mate of his mate would come up for 4 days - including my birthday. After it was all agreed my vet turned to me and said "P and his mate are going to come up from the Thurs to the Tues. Is that ok?" I said "oh well, it'll have to be won't it". He said "why? what's wrong with that" I said "I thought we had plans on the Tues but its fine I can go by myself." He picked up the phone immediately and called his mate back and said "sorry mate - I f*cked up - Tues is Sighs' birthday - can you come from the Thurs to the Mon? Ok - thanks - you saved me from being hung drawn and quartered"
So... why don't I feel good that as soon as he realised he changed his plans and sorted it? Instead I feel sad that he obviously didn't realise it was my birthday (I know - lots of men are cr*p with dates - it doesn't mean he doesn't love me) and angry that he made out to his mate that I was going to haul him over the coals when in fact I'm in the background going "its fine - if they're leaving on the Tues we can still go out to dinner after they leave and I'm working anyway so they may as well be here during the day". Again - example of bigger picture - he often makes out to his mates that I crack the whip and run the show when nothing could be further from the truth. I hate it.
Okay - rant over! I realise its a first world problem and not even worth getting upset about but that's how I feel.