The Worst that ever did it...

I am the worst that ever did it. Just the absolute worst. So today is our anniversary right? Seven years and still going strong. I mean, it's been a good seven years, we've had our moments (have we ever!) but over all, I'd do it again if I had a choice. But this is not the issue here. The issue here is that I have consistently forgotten about the day that marks our union for at least 5 of the 7 years. What is that? I mean, no really, what is that? It's not that I don't care, it's not that I don't remember up until a few days before...it's just that for some reason on the morn of that day, I walk around in total oblivion hurriedly executing the tasks of yet another day while the hubby looks on in mild (amusement?) at my total lack of consciousness as to its significance.

Take today for example. Woke up late, had to get the kids up and ready for school, notarize a document at the bank, put in a few practicum hours at the hospital and return home to start the day's work. So, as you can imagine, I'm a little frazzled, a lot irritated and a tremendous amount of bitchy. So I'm in the bathroom, trying to put coco butter on my ashy feet because in my haste, I forgot to put any on before dressing up. I'm hopping on one foot, simultaneously rubbing, trying to put away the hot flat iron without burning myself or starting a fire, and yelling at the kids to get their butts downstairs for breakfast when the hubby enters the bathroom and gently (yes, in retrospect, I'll admit it was gentle) touches my shoulder. "What?", I glare at him as I try to hop out of his way so he can get to whatever corner of the medicine cabinet he needs to get to. But instead of reaching over the sink, he leans in and gives me an oh-so-gentle kiss on the lips and whispers "Happy Anniversary". Aaaarrrggh!!! "No", I exclaimed, "it's not today...is today the tenth? the eleventh? Crap, I'm late on the kids tuition". "It's the eighth", he states stoically, all the while looking at me as poker faced as [insert name of best poker player you know]. I'm sputtering and stuttering and finally just admit that, crap, I forgot. "But I remembered yesterday", I say, in a valiant attempt to salvage whatever dregs of womanhood I can at the moment (because shouldn't it be the other way around, shouldn't he be forgetting our anniversary?). He says nary a word. And still says nothing even after i follow him out of the bathroom trying to explain that I had remembered but it was just the way the day started, it threw me off balance blah, blah, blah.

He wasn't mad or anything. If anything, I think he relishes being able to hold this one thing over me, the fact that I forget and he remembers. So finally I said "Ok, this is your thing. You remember anniversaries, birthdays (don't ask), and other similarly important dates. So in our marriage, this is your thing, ok? Because I get (and do) everything else, everything." He still didn't say anything.

*Sigh*...better put Cartier on speed dial...happy anniversary, honey.