bubkas

On the one hand I do not make a big deal over any holiday.

On the other hand I feel completely unappreciated and taken for granted. 

I thought that I had trained my kids that the one and only thing necessary on Mother's day was a nice hand written letter of appreciation. I thought I was making their lives simpler by asking for something that only required an ounce of effort. A letter. Not a big shiny fancy gift. They don't have to wonder what I would like, or whip out their wallets, or buy ridiculous $5 cards at the drug store. They don't have to go to a store or even search the web. They could literally write their notes on toilet paper and as long as the words were there I'd be so happy.

 

I got no letters. Josh and Marion texted me. I responded with Call me later. Love you. A text. They fucking texted me.

Evan swung by for a couple of hours.

 

sigh.

 

I can't cope with the thanklessness of this job in the midst of feeling under appreciated for everything else.

I ask for crumbs, I get bubkas.