I'm Pissed

I'm sorry, but I am. Today is Lucione's 13th birthday. Last week at school I asked her mother when she was going to have a party. She said, "It looks like I'll have to wait till payday. Or just have a family dinner." Payday is the same each month. Always on the 25th (unless the 25th lands on a weekend or holiday, then it's the workday closest to it, but that's beside the point).

Last night we sat RIGHT NEXT TO HER during Lucione's game. She did not mention a birthday party or dinner.

Just a few minutes ago, Lucione signed on to MSN Messenger so I "sang" happy birthday to her. She said thanks and I asked her when she was going to celebrate. She said, "Right now! Actually, it's over. It started at 12:00. I tried to call you and remind you."

I asked, "How can I be reminded of something I didn't know to begin with?" Then, mainly to make myself feel better, I said, "Oh, it's just as well. I can't go to your house, anyway." She has a cat and I'm allergic.

"Aunty Kerri, it was at the Teen Center."

I felt like I had been slapped in the face. I always help out with their birthdays. I'm always in charge of the decorations. I always help set up and clean up. I'm ALWAYS THERE. I sat right next to her mother for an hour and a half last night. How could she not tell me?

I hate to say it, but after the game, Lucione came to me for comfort. I sincerely hope that had nothing to do with her mother "forgetting" to tell me about the party. She did have the entire game to tell me. I didn't think she was jealous of the relationship I have with her daughter. I hope it's just her blonde streaks showing again. She is, after all, the biggest air-head I know. This just confirms it.