Absentee Wife

It's Mouse's birthday. It's Mouse's birthday and I am not there to celebrate it with him. Right now, he is out and about in Denver, celebrating with friends, and I am working yet another overnight shift here in Cali. I feel awful. He swears it doesn't matter, that birthdays aren't a big deal to him. But birthdays are a big deal to me. I care. It hurts my heart to know I'm not there to make his day special, to make him smile. It kills me that I wasn't there to make him breakfast, or a birthday cake, or anything else that makes a birthday memorable. Instead, I had to settle for cupcakes delivered by a friend. Today, I feel like a very bad wife.