My husband turned 30 a few years ago. I spent months before his birthday contacting close friends of his asking them to send some of their favorite books to him, with little notes inside or highlighting their favorite parts. (We don’t live close to family or most of his friends, so a get-together wasn’t really an option.) All in all, I arranged for him to receive 30 personalized books for his 30th birthday!
My 30th is in two days, and he’s asked me to arrange for a sitter for our 5-month old, and to pick a restaurant to go to for my birthday. I know I shouldn’t be mad, but I can’t help feeling deflated. It feels like I went through so much effort to make his 30th really special for him, and now I’m supposed to make all the arrangements just for us to go to dinner on my own birthday.