I ignore my birthday (and Mother's day too, for the same reason). |
I used to ask for two things

: someone else make dinner and clean up (or that we go out for anything, even McD's); and that there is no BS (kids fighting, DH being a PITA, things like that). I'll let you guess how many times either of those happened. In fact, it seems like the BS was worse on my bday and on Mother's Day, and I usually ended up cooking because I'd get (at 5pm) 'so what's for dinner' from DH. Um, did you not plan something? No? Fine, I'll make hot dogs (or whatever I had had the forethought to pull out of the freezer.)


I got so fed up, that a couple years ago, DH asked on my bday, what I wanted for my bday, and I laid it all out for him. "not a thing, because y'all haven't listened to me the last 20+ years, you aren't going to start now". I grabbed a glass of wine, my good emergency chocolate (y'all...if you empty a jolly green giant box marked "brussel sprouts" and wrap your good emergency chocolate in a ziplock and hide it in the box in the freezer, no one will look for it there) and my favorite "I need to leave the world behind" book, and took a nice hot bath (with Dr Teal's epsom salt soak). Came out to "so what's for dinner"


DD#2 still does something, usually a card from them, and whatever little trinket DGS#2 wants to send his favorite Mimi (he has a favorite Yay (other grandmother) too, and a favorite Pops (DH) too). DD#1 might remember to say HB a day later. DS...well, he's a teenager and he might walk by and pat me on my shoulder, but that's about it.