Just doing as I'm told (I so lucky) and blowing it (I so really suck)

I have started a little walk/jog program for the most novice of the novice of anything. I don't do the walk only, cause I'd be bored. I have done 6 sessions and enjoying it so far. Every time I have used my hubby's MP3 player, and on days he'd planned on taking it to work, I ask ever so sweetly beg him to leave it, and he does. He left yesterday on a week long business trip, he took his MP3. I tried to ask him, couldn't do it, he knew what I was up to.
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When I first started using his player, was most pleased at how much I liked using it, and how much more enjoyable my 'run' could be, we agreed that if I was still following my walk/jog plan come May, I could GET MY OWN as a Mother's Day gift. Hurrah!!!
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He gave me a hug and told me to order my own. Already?? Yes, of course, mine very own! So I did. It arrives tomorrow. I will 'have' to do one run without some tra-la-la, but a sacrifice I am willing to make with much love and thanx to my generous, kind, thoughtful, husband.

Can't say the same about myself. Ya know how we often mention how we award ourselves with the worst mommy ever trophy? Today, replace mommy with wife. Today is My Beloved's birthday. Since he is away, it was our plan to celebrate with the kids on Sunday, after his Saturday return. This morning he calls, from a time zone 7 hours ahead, we chit chat about everything from my meeting with the basement contractor guy the day prior, the weather, B's fever & diarrhea, his flight, and his birthday plans. We had our salutations, hung up. I jump in the shower, (you must know where this is going) and realize I completely FORGOT to wish him a Happy Birthday. Holy fuck I am the worst wife ever in the whole wide world. I couldn't even reassure myself with the thought of the sweet little card I snuck into his suitcase cause there WASN'T one. I promptly called him back and apologized, he accepted, but that doesn't make me feel any less of a heel. Therefore I publicly admit my regrettable moment of forgetfulness and share with the entire internet my personal wishes for a great birthday to my husband. I know exactly where he is, exactly what he is eating and drinking, and who is serving him at our favourite little pizza cafe in smalltown Switzerland. I just wish I was right there with him.

Happy Birthday Hubby - love ya crazy!!