Forgive me, but I just need to feel sorry for myself for a minute. Today is my 27th birthday. Yesterday on what was to be the day I celebrated with my family (parents, brother, husband, difficult child, easy child) I wound up with the worst migraine in history - 3/4 of the day was spent in bed and the other 1/4 with my head over the toilet. YIPPEE! husband works nights and had to work last night (so he came home at 7:30am and slept til 5pm) then had to work a 12 hour shift tonight so he left 1 hr after waking up. I didn't get so much as a happy birthday out of him, not a card, nothing. My grandparents were the only ones to acknowledge my day. And now here I sit at home with my 2 kids eating mac & cheese on my birthday. I don't usually whine, but I just needed to.