I have three boys. Each one was supposed to be "my little girl" but as you know, tell God your plans and hear him giggle. I'm not unhappy with my boys, I am very proud of all that they have accomplished and they bring me so much joy. However I will say once I had the third boy I (slighty tomboyish) became all out girly girl. Nails, makeup, hair, shoe...omg don't get me started on shoes!!! It's stuck with me and I really enjoy my girly things and all that.
My birthday is coming up soon and this weekend we (just DH and myself) went window shopping. He usually does that so he can see what is I want and then there's no misunderstandings.
Everything I looked at, everything I admired, every little thing I picked up to get a better look or feel or what ever he automatically said "Oooo, dPPP would love that." A few things he even got to give her for Christmas. I was a little annoyed. I thought we were going to look for birthday gifts, I'm not being all that selfish, his birthday is four days after mine so I was getting ideas too. I know what I'm getting him btw. It's something he was geeking out over for ten minutes...something any of my sons would love as well, but I understood that this was what he wanted and we were out for each other and I wasn't trying to bring up the kids on our day together.
So on our way home we stop by the grocery store. In the cake box I see the perfect cake for me. It's pink and zebra and covered in blingy crap...I love it. I start asking the baker about cost and how soon do we need to order it and different flavors and all that when DH walks up right as I'm saying "All chocolate"
He looks at the cake and shakes his head.
Me- What? It's perfect.
DH- It is, I love it, but dPPP doesn't like chocolate, we have to get vanilla.
Seriously?
Me- Why would I be ordering this for dPPP? Her birthday isn't for another five months.
DH- I don't know, I just figured it was for her since it's all girly, it's just the kind of cake she would like.
About here is when my anger of the day got the better of me.
Me- You do realize I'm a girl right? Has it escaped your attention that I too have a vagina and like the color pink?
Well, as soon as I said the word vagina he knew something wasn't quite right with me.
DH- You don't have to get worked up, it's a stupid cake.
Me- It's not just the cake, everything I've tried to show you that I liked you thought I was looking at it for dPPP and I pretty much got left in the dark today.
DH- Well I'm sorry my daughter likes girly things and I was thinking about her today.
Me- You think about her every day. I can't get anything for myself with out you wanting me to rethink it because dPPP might want to use it or see it or where it and I won't let her so she'll get all pissy about it. I'm a girl too. I like girly things too. And I thought today was about you and me going to figure out our birthday stuff and us just thinking about us. You didn't see me bringing up the boys with the comic stuff or star wars stuff now did you? You know DH, I'm the one that plays with you naked so you might want to consider thinking about me more often then you do.
With that, and the surprized look on the bakers face I left the store and went to the car.
The ride home wasn't entirely unpleasent, we both stayed quiet and listened to the radio and man were they playing some good music that day.